Sermon On the Mounted
By Parthosarthy Mukherji
Know this then,
as surely, as you know,
your own blood flow
and heartbeat,
The world is divided into
those who are Eaten
and those who they eat
Pray then, that you are not prey
Preyed upon and then digested,
by the phlegm
Speckled jowls
to predatory howls
Of the hunter devouring the hunted
Unborn yourself.
Go back to the womb
It’s a better style of tomb
Dark and cozy,
Warm Jacuzzi
The feelings lazy
No need to be born
From paradise torn
one's own living nest
Soothing as a mother's breast
Choose this instead of eternal rest
In a dank, rank smelling edifice
proclaiming you were the very best
Smelling of bat shit and piss
while you sleep in immortal bliss
In a sarcophagus or beggars
grave,
shorn of all save what you took,
not what you gave,
and died a fool or a knave
Parthosarothy K Mukherji is an Indian scientist, writer, and innovator whose literary and scientific work spans fiction, poetry, theoretical physics, and medical innovation. He has been an invited member of the Atascadero and Pune Writers Groups and has written acclaimed stories and poems that explore the intersections of identity, loss, and imagination. His work combines emotional depth with sharp observational humor, often inspired by his diverse experiences across health care, engineering, and literature. His previous fiction and poetry have been submitted to leading magazines including Rattle, Clarkesworld, and Strange Horizons.