Effect of Cause

(dedicated to André Breton)

That place that forced you to look in
With narrow vision thrown
That you knew was problematic
All wave of dream flooding
The only way out of your sorrow
Blackness froze in void
All this because of stigmatization laughter
Of the child abandoned in the woods
After watching his mother burned at stake
A witch in town of honest heathens
Still it did not matter much
As war waited by the gate of hope
Blind peacocks screaming as their eyes were scooped out
As parents lied to scared children
Telling them it was a holy hymn
Razor lyrics that cut into night
But still you wanted to see the sanguine dawn
Between the legs that trunkless still stride over bones
As you gag on a peach of stone
Coffee spoon to dig your grave
When you finally see
The falcon rip the smile off the falconer
Your gaze pitiful as sun blanks all
Child in last cradle
Rocked by ghosts.