Macabre Mosaic Mocking Poem by Dechen Doma Sherpa

The painted face with a bruised smile.
Insidious silence of the screaming eyes.
God of the Hades fire and the mistress of the frosted Heart
Cascading passion of the dead men walking abroad.

A soul has NO Sex, a soul with no Shadow.
Better to evade the rotting stench of humanity.
Let the shrines of stoned gods be purified with burning pyres.
Revolting perfumes camouflage the appalling appeal of Cannibalism

The mirage of Heaven or the limbo of drifting Halos.
The glare of the macabre mosaic mocking the conformist's cockerel colonialism.