Window seat

I saw a still childbirth in sugarcane field
lady cackling in labor
and a writhing incestous couple
trampling whatever
bloody slimy thing was dangling out of her stretched cunt.
Well,
they were not
really incestuous
but we all know how it works in haryana
Oh! and I was in a bus
bouncing on concrete potholes and I saw this all
through grimy
cracked glass pane stained
with paan
and it could as easily have been
a pack of hungry dogs licking their balls
or people making a home
but I decided on this scene
and I started eating my teeth in a
hipster angst
at this pretty red and green facade
like a late Manet
for rain was just around the turn
fetus will melt to feed the ground
and elders will bless the couple
and give them perforated raven wings
and the guy next to me,
he offered me a knife
to file my tongue
so smooth
questions will bounce
right off the polished words and hit your fucking face.