
put on a pedestal and talk
that’s what I was told to do
when the darkest nights have their diabolical blast
and the days go hand in hand with it;
I never speak unnecessarily
and now I was compelled to do so in spite of my inability
to explain this doomed environment
which I don’t understand and in which I don’t want to be;
everything hurts
from head to heart and from finger to foot
nothing seems to soothe
these broken nerves and bones
need urgent repair, can’t fix others;
they don’t realise how much it costs
to lift their drastic foreign affairs
even if they are on top of what they’ve got
yet they never asked themselves
a single question of that
destroying someone with just one word –
gesture not worth interpreting;
but I know that in the end
they have to deal with the consequences
of their presumably lavish life
I don’t think it’s lavish, if it’s devoid of humanity;
from top to bottom and from right to left
everywhere lie vestiges
and shards of my mouth
and now I’m thinking
I shouldn’t have opened my beak anyhow
to all concerned
and that would be it –
spoken from the highest point of my mental capacity
*
December 2022
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About the Creator
Moon Desert
UK-based
BA in Cultural Studies
Crime Fiction: Love
Poetry: Friend
Psychology: Salvation
Where the wild roses grow full of words...




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