Aneesh Sathe

We've been around since dawn 
And our day is yet long 
We were lucky 
To have Orcas 
In the afternoon

Before our huts
Of fire, steel, and stone
This Earth strode alone
Palaces
Of light, blood, and bone

Ever changing, yet ever same
Characters with shared masks
But a different name

At the tips of pyramids,
The giants dance.
Even as we steal the bricks,
For a second
Of prosperity's glance

Our murderers are microscopic,
They train their harpoon.
We were lucky
To have Orcas
In the afternoon

I carry,
The world’s sounds with me.
A cat’s satisfied purr,
On a hot day the fan’s whirr

She is the hot-headed matchstick

And I the rough red side

Of a matchbox.

Forever we tease each other

About how with the

Littlest effort a flame

We could make.

But content with this knowledge,

We sit as friends side by side

Laughing

And Jeering at the world

For it is ours to light up

And ours to burn.

Blades of grass

With redwood dreams

Compost feasts

And sunlight creams

Dedicated stem

And a piece of the sky

An apical bud to reach ever high

No more dainty flowers

No more depressed clones

Only the best of xylem

For her darling cones