Au Naturale, a poem by Abhinav Aradhi

 

Au Naturale

Like a wicked tremor,

The terrible fervor arises.

 

Like the waves that go gently,

Into a manhandling night.

 

Let the tectonic outrage

Of it all bloom.

 

Cascade around us,

Till there’s no wherewithal.

 

Naturally, it’s organic,

So there’s no doubt about it.

 

Blow up the world,

And watch yourself go.

 

Let yourself be

One of the smithereens.