Dust Bubble

The last time I smelt you,
I thought there had been a skunk in the office:
You, and your gray sweatshirt and gray face;
You, as a lawyer, a woman, a mother, a person,
can be well spared
it'd be a world's favor

It is the ultimate fetish,
clinging upon someone who is happily fucking the other --
with and without violence.
You have tried to widen the horizon of sadism:
as a second-hand human,
not even worth to be an art mocker's joker.

And we, stand here high
watching you shrinking into a tiny gray bubble,
burst into dust by the poke of your lover,
and your lover's lovers.
As we spoke with nature,
it told us that --
your existence was Gods' error.