Demos for their kratos

we are straw mountains to sky.
we hardly escape a day’s light
but turn golden brown to rain.
we are straw people escalating
A diet cola, to obese laughter.

we are demos, for their cratos
our thumbs illiterate, fungible,
eligible for mutual exchange.
our body is all – time fungible
with no color to it like a rupee.

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