When the God was declared dead,
The wolf with a bloody
history-soaked tongue,
desiring to devour the
Divine Corpse,
leaped out into the open.

The widowed Truth
shedding sterile tears
which do not embalm
the Immortal Corpse,
The wolf started feeding
on the Heavenly Food
With the forked tongue,
reciting ‘prayers’ with relish!

With the rivers no more
singing sweet hymns,
with the flowers no more
blossoming with bliss,
with the sun, moon and
stars turning blind,
the wolf, standing at the
summit as a bodied joy,
gloated over the universe
Now totally left to itself.

Like the first dream
bubbling in the angelic
eyes of a newborn child,
the mystery kept swirling around:
‘HOW THE GOD DIED?’
Some researching souls
declared: An animal
killed Him-
with the weapons
sharpened by the
tears of the downtrodden and the
smiles of the devil’s disciples!

The animal with the
crime-smeared smile,
said: “We killed the God
with the poison squeezed out of
Our Six Senses.
We killed Him because
THE GOD TURNED AN ATHEIST”