Karma sits
perched
on the wall

Her fingers
white
& she is

as livid as
Hera
when Zeus

beds Angels
singing
to Him

such a
contrast
it is

to watch
Zeus
fuck Purists

who pray
unto
another God

while Karma
only
stares She

only watches
those
who teeter

on the
edge
of mal-

something or
other
She never

slaps the
brimstone
from minds

that need
some
sort of

change and
at
times i

wonder why
Karma
just doesn't

scream.