You’ll shrivel, you’ll be an exotic fruit

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You’ll shrivel, you’ll be an exotic fruit

You’ve sung beautifully and yet you heaven’t changed your life
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Epilogue
You"ll shrivel, you"ll be an exotic fruit
The Antipa Museum
“Enemy of the People” – lover of the country

You’re taking my hand and make me cross my entire life
And when I reach the other shore I feel no pain any longer
And all of a sudden laying in the grass of your islet
I look like a map of the Roman Empire
Either the ants or the worms dare not approach
The way you once allowed the migratory people

You didn’t allow my soul to leave my body
And perish in a glance against any amount of lies
The way my body would perish after a few days silence
Morning with scents

Asaf wrote: “God lies in God’s gathering
But you, too, God Jahve
May raise up sometimes and wonder about along the boardwalk of the shrunk walls and stinking
Stuff you haven’t created but made to last and “sanctified” against you
Which me hand in hand
With Nimrod Adam Satan
Iuda had been awaiting for our death while they are still awaiting for theirs

You make a step
You bend over and sniff even the smell turned rotten of my own life

You’re bending your loins picking up and twisting around your fingers the tiny thread of my life
You reparfume it and place it again around my non frayed neck which has been cleaned all over again
I feel dizzy happy and frightened by your kindness

AuthorDaniel Banulescu
2018-08-21T17:23:33+00:00 January 1st, 2003|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 30|0 Comments