A Left Hand Made Verse 4

As human creatures do not recognize each other
I think: it’s time for us to stand one after another.
And some days ago, - it was when
I was wrapped in your body as in the wool blanket
and the whole autumn tumbled outside,
I pushed two paper ships
in the salty lakes – your eyes,-
I came out from the peace
and said:
Here is my portion of love
Here is fear overcomed by me
Here is my ruined trench
Here is my and your and someone’s child.
Because:
Love does not always mean happiness
But it always assumes 
love.
Because fright is always bigger
than the loss may be.
Because life is so simple
we cannot waste it in the fear.
Because the war does not assume winning only
but it’s also no comfort to wait it in trench.
As homeland does not always mean truth
but the earth.
It means children
it means the right shoulder being cut off.
- please, let’s return to the wholeness.


And the bread was eating justice
and a man was counting.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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