The thawing tears of death
Crying through the tears of love
does only multiply and increase them
for the benefit of digging deeper
the abyssal grave of constantly increasing loss.
Where is our love now,
that flew so graciously about last spring
and now has only barren twigs
of wretched trees without a leaf
to rest her tired frozen feet on,
warbling and singing cheerfully no more
but only crying in despair her heart out
in forlornness without end and without light,
as if death's tunnel had no exit
but was only actually a step down
to eternal darkness of unutterable silence.
Still the tears keep coming on and running forth
eventually at least conveying some kind
of a thaw somewhere beyond this frozen world
of frozen hearts, maltreated to extinction
by a robot system of hospitalization
quashed by mortifying rule of the establishment
allowing no exception to the hopelessness of death.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2007-02-13 at 20:33
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