Tamil style poem of Love and War

no, we will not break bread for tradition.
we will not let our bangles go limp on our wrists.
we will not cry until the battle has come to our door and then passed on, over.
no, we will not think a thought of love or death.

if god is asking for allegiance, then god has other doors to visit,
for who is really the breath of my breath[?]
who is the rhythm of my hearts blues
who brings the sun home and tucks my heat in at night

universe if you do expand, i'll feel every stretch
in my birdcage chest.