I woke up with a feeling
to change the light in this garden.
But all I could find you trying to land
in my secrets with your big jaw.
I see your shape undulating in a swamp
And the composition in the bottom of your eyes.
Not in vain I dig to find the way
To true waves
And with a needle mends the broken pieces
An anchor was thrown into the flesh of your figure.
You are the one that does not recognize
the fly of a bird and only the Wasteland.
Yes, you, carboniferous man,
There’s nothing in your story that’s human.
You always ride dirty railways through obscure corners.
Coward, you ran down to ruinous walls
Look at the shades that darkened the twilight (see the
Shades that darkened at twilight)
Look at all the tracks on the sidewalk of power (look at all the tracks
Of power)
In your dream where the penumbra still lies (in the dream where
Still, lies the gloom).
I blow your fire with the smell of
Sacred wine, imploring for an eighth
Day.
Categories:
carboniferous, abuse, conflict, discrimination, feelings,
Form: Free verse
immotile sperms
blind soldiers obedient
polishing blood of contaminated boots
splashed from the innocent hearts
workers brain washed
making weapons in the factory of death
incomplete metamorphosis
carboniferous labour of casts
persisting ancient eastern atrocity
we are starving in this sand storm
bayonets grenades tanks and a bombs
large heads and powerful jaws
of the ugly unwanted wars
Categories:
carboniferous, allegory,
Form: I do not know?