Shiva

Oh my anger, carer of these wounds
healing force, of separation:
Lastly, you and me
God of Truth
Shiva to lost dreams,
to die through me, finally

And Fury, endless tear
of my broken images
ressurecting

But I am deeply sorry:
this heart on blight, as having
fire and silence
slowly across life
into darkness again

And Anger, hot and pulsing
beyond returning,
against indifference
against obstacles
against Time or fear

To images slowly fading
to rage against, to light again
this heart on blight
alone returning
on bond's eternal blindness