from “C(o)urt Interpretations”

/, Blesok no. 55/from “C(o)urt Interpretations”

from “C(o)urt Interpretations”

Depression
At the Red Snake
Crime and Punishment
Happy Birthday to Me
Family Tragedy
Christmas Poem
In Search of Inspiration
Randol Poem

The singing of Christmas carols
in a hundred-year-old yet vital church.
Gregorian chants give
wings to singers
and they take off.
And then it strikes,
the earthly superpower strikes
and transforms the alter into a Coca Cola can,
wrapping the church in red paper with golden snowflakes,
and binding it firmly with a festive tie.
Red hoods are flying through the air,
Father Christmas turns into Mother Christmas,
angelic singers with sodden wings –
a proof that carbonated drinks aren’t refreshing –
are jumping out of the can and falling helplessly to the ground
singing Jingle Bells.
A petrified bishop, engraved in a church pillar,
splits in two.
Angels expelled from Eden take each other’s hands and form a semicircle,
doomed to eternal singing about the dreams of a white Christmas.
God’s punishment has no effect though,
holier-than-thou church ladies continue to lie only outside the church walls.

2018-08-21T17:23:08+00:00 August 3rd, 2007|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 55|0 Comments