Tattered gods frozen with fear
forgotten statues
like dead trees
Death is not an atheist
The light has failed
once more
sweat blackened and smoky
Heaven on Earth
they used to say
wishing to change things
by changing themselves
The city’s embryonic devilish dance
reaches a temporary ending
Darkness drips
Tar taints the last drooping leaves
Silence ironically sustains its glory
preparing itself for another garbage child’s birth
and an innocent other’s death
The rhododendron is ransacked
A new generation of garbage children arises
to revenge the death of a peer
by burning
by tearing every fabricated hope apart
The matriarchal bin passively watches
recycles itself
and spits a plastic blanket
to cover its sins
but not its newly-born child – the pure product of its filth
Heaven on Earth
they used to dream
wishing to clean all wounds
by purging all souls
It’s almost midnight
The city sleeps – or so it seems
Thousands and thousands of kilometers away
or just around the corner
in dirt and dust
another garbage child is born
another god expires
another scapegoat’s shot
Ignored – not pitied
Abandoned
exactly where it shouldn’t
MI
published in At Large Volume 10 (ART ATTACK international poetry competition 2009, Zagreb, Croatia)
(photo by Yewenyi)
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