Several moons before
when we were still strangers
under the darkest veil of the velvet curtain
we lay dormant beside each other
whispering words of white wash
under the cover of a deceiving peace
waiting for the next shell shock.
Dizziness would rise
quickly in as the water in the brain
fizzed like soda
bursting into effervescent bubbles
lining oozing cracks
smelling like petroleum.
And then we'd rise
from our self-made graves
sprinting across no-man's land
leaping over the gorge of death
playing with the volcanoes below
and dancing snipers.
Juggling that we'd be able to
sweep through the next jungle
burn its corpses
gorge on its juices
dismembering the world
and in its infanticide the clouds
would wail in their wake
spitting contempt on our rejoicing backs
while we danced our hollow victory
and onto the coming thunders.
Days and days passed and here we are
lying in graves dug for others
watching the star trails as they pass us by
oblivious in all eternity.
Apr 8, 2012
Apr 8, 2012 at 11:23 AM UTC
Several moons before
when we were still strangers
under the darkest veil of the velvet curtain
we lay dormant beside each other
whispering words of white wash
under the cover of a deceiving peace
waiting for the next shell shock.
Dizziness would rise
quickly in as the water in the brain
fizzed like soda
bursting into effervescent bubbles
lining oozing cracks
smelling like petroleum.
And then we'd rise
from our self-made graves
sprinting across no-man's land
leaping over the gorge of death
playing with the volcanoes below
and dancing snipers.
Juggling that we'd be able to
sweep through the next jungle
burn its corpses
gorge on its juices
dismembering the world
and in its infanticide the clouds
would wail in their wake
spitting contempt on our rejoicing backs
while we danced our hollow victory
and onto the coming thunders.
Days and days passed and here we are
lying in graves dug for others
watching the star trails as they pass us by
oblivious in all eternity.
© Helios Rietberg, April 2012
