'' Es war ein Tag zwischen Regen und Wahnsinn
und der Zug nach irgendwo hatte verspätung...''
It was a rainy-folly day and the train
to nowhere was late ...
At the station buffet I met the devil
with lamb's eyes .
We drank a belgian beer
that tasted of gall ...
In those bygone days,angelus
sounding the end .
Devouts embraced pharisees
and saying :
'' Next year in hell ! ''
May the herd moo
and thrive in these green pastures
in a creamy crematory ,scenario,
excreta crescendo ...
This week I found the doomsday chronicle
in the waiting room ...
I know all the last hour's rituals !
Never forget to give the lady Pythia
her obolus ...
And to flush behind the cadavers .
This world is full of tricksters ...
Tonight , I will humbly listen
to the home lie of the pope Leon
And I would leave as a good believer .
In the attic of my memories
I found a pious picture of my mother
carrying the lamb in her arms ...
gloria ! he's back !
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
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Comments3
Catholic images pervade this poem and certainly must unlock the meaning hidden beneath the layers. Love the symbolism.
Everyone can choose their own symbolic perception beneath the layers !
You DO know what you're saying, don't you? Fascinating and beautifully rendered with exquisite imagery and a damning, haunting poignancy. Gorgeous. Thank you for sharing.
Don't be afraid ! The lamb is a good boy !
An apocalyptic satire with a philosophical undertone. A powerful text.
I wonder if h'es really gone ?
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