The Fetish

a poem by Nandini R

Crucify forever
the motto of the world
sweet suffering
loved by all.

Leeches sucking blood
draining the victim,
slowly of all life.
The sacrificial calf
beating it’s legs
neck slashed open
blood oozing out
smoothly, red bright.
Laughter echoing
urging and teasing
watching this slaughter.

A thrilled audience,
with bright eyes,
devilish smile,
at the corners
of the bloodied mouth,
not yet satiated
with one kill,
search the crowd
in a blinding frenzy
for the next victim
search, search, search,
selected… Eureka!