An offering on the altar of commerce. by Sam Bloom

Fetid air slinks between spine parcels
grafting face pristine
calcutta concrete
oiled black wings iron
office hands bulging
down the bare spine
ribs splayed
talons perpendicular
to the body (does the brain impulse
survive as the body cavorts
headless?)
chai wallah sweltering
puri bajji
gold watches shine money spent
wrist flicking
swathes of vegetable oiled
rice patties
ants festering the sepulchral feast
under
unholy cow shoes
grazing without grass
on concrete without consequence


Sam Bloom is a

writer and storyteller.

He graduated from the University of British Columbia with a history degree and plants trees in remote BC to fund his madness. He is currently walking in Vietnam posting random questions on his Facebook page A Jar of Questions.