Πέμπτη, 8 Μαΐου 2008

2220 II




'Neath cement ceilings of sorrow and dying

Over the ground that hosts cold remains

Built 'tween the walls of struggle and calmness

Stands the remembrance of red labour pains


Cold linen covers with stains made of sweat

Cold linen covers with scars made of hope

Umbilical lovers for ever and ever

Until this thin cord means but nooses and rope


Cold iron tools with stains made of blood

Cold iron tools for cutting down slumber

Organic wet pools for the thirst of the reaper

'Till nothing remains but oxygens' hunger


Cold human cries that run down the alleys

Cold human cries that make mommies laugh

Some human dies but never enough here

Not in here, not in here -duality's rough


Warm human shelter to hide human shelters

Sobs made of something we later call dread

Eyes made of nothing but forced recollections

Of countless small wishes again to be dead


'Neath cement ceilings of sorrow and dying

Under a future that never asks "When?"

What happens here, happens for ever

We are what we did, what we will do -again.

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