Ahsan Bhatt Poetry

I. - Valhalla
Sever the limb to preserve the function
Against the spread of infection
Cosmic compunction
Galactic perception

We took a sniper shot at God
And we hit

II. - The Engineer
My blood machines
Will run these worlds dry
From my ill concieved birth I will find these pages

My ambition will not be contained

III. - The Empress
My armies await Ragnarok
The fog of their cold breath
Outlines the path to the family I must murder, my own

Knowledge, if not determining action, is dead and useless

IV. - The Artist
These eyes are quite beautiful
But I never use the word "skewer"
Unless referring to murder

Let tragedy be built on the lilting songs of sparrows

V. - The Plague Made Manifest (close)
The madmen died away in the roar of Empirical valor
But I cradle their dreams
In a black double helix

Those that cannot be overcome at once
Will yield
When taken little by little

Poet: Samuel Scion