To Bite God
by Riya Jay Soyantar
Her baby wrists rein the colossal house-cat she rides
into soft ga-thumps,
slowing past the purple trees and appaloosas
to this battle front of sprawling strawberry fields.
She sizes the incel of a cracker that she has come to batter,
as he comes with his calm heroic grief
too silly to soothe her brave and blood
of Begums and Banyan-mud
starved to gulp the heavens up
in one flush breath.
For the pangolins and the permafrost!
and for who she was born to be,
she pelts the incandescent idiot here
with the priciest of period products
and soars to bite God
or some dusty angel
to begin our toothy coup
and ensure this time someone more capable be in charge
(Someone who might give snails more sentience and kinder fates).
Oh how she flies to bite God for our embittered being
Let there be no doubt that it will be a wondrous reckoning.