Flash Poetry

The ice melts in the
planets refrigerators-
birds die
Humans argue over
Human Rights,
the Left hand smells
like yesterday's stale dish,
the right hand is Iron.
The head rests,
snug between the two
Alive and hoping
The summer heat
Is malediction-

Here in Arebpat
we sleep
In the shadows
embracing somnolence
Of a lost world.