The age is shrinking.

The age is shrinking

The Korean made, knife, glossy,
cuts not the green leaves,
slippery they are, recently unbound
from the sticky wrapper,
the knife inadvertently cuts my palm,
yet, can not delve , pierce the lines criss cross
for they are set, the palmist confirms;
no red blood, no bleeding, no pain,
for the blood vessels are long since
dried up, shrunken the lined skins are;
age is gone, each passing day wears
a decrepit bone.
She attributes sex and sexism :
There are so many she’s and wolfs
loitering around,
Religiosity, certainly, not the affected one,
afflicting a few all the times,
runs like a tremor , wails,
‘ oh! God ! when will be the end of all this’.