AntaraDwivedi

Just For Show

//For laughter\'s sake, happiness we retire
barefoot we run through thorns
only to fall into a wildfire//

It\'s in the men we choose
in the worlds we draw
in our heads, the sound of a million wanton shrugs
in the shredded tapestry glued to the walls
of our dilapidated homes.

From the far side, a child\'s cry
colors the sky red
the fire in the eyes of their dead
shimmers in a wok
harebrained words with which we talk
come crashing down in an acid rain
landing in a dumpster pit of emotions and feelings
we swept aside, out of living sight.

Words and letters come flying to me
and I drown in puddles of them
they hold me as if I\'m a forlorn child
strong arms wrapped in breakfast cereal
mild honey yogurt, to rub on my face as I squirm
in delight, in rapture, in anticipation
of the next adventure.

Is Summer too far gone?
Is Autumn around the corner yet?
Did I hear the spitter-splatter of rains
pounding down on the bare tin roof
of the bare house?

Mine isn\'t the heaviest cross to bear
but it breaks my bones as it is
I stitch up what\'s remaining of my skin
in a warm white to appease glass eyes
Holding down an eternity
a moment to never come
I cry until I see blood dripping down
and mop it up with a smile.

//Aber die Show muss weitergehen//