The Menu

the gathering is always and every day more

cooking each one of us with attention and no mistake

- in their vision - 

everything according to the plan

we are all burning 

from inside first

slowly

the brain, the lungs

the heart, the stomach

the veins, the entrails

the skin... well, it is getting there.

terror is being served

all kinds, all hell, all truths

as well as charm

disguised as manipulation 

fear is routine now and then 

even when in the survival mode for so long

hope still remains

yet, few will in fact live 

we are all in this mess together

not the ones who started though 

but the ones who compose the menu

the orchestra

the art

to get to the final act

there will be more tests 

and more despair

you can smooth it with your spiritual guidance

a faith almost no one can judge 

only the ones who were really delighted 

the form that is perceptible

in the eyes, in the hairs, in the corner smile 

in the burning from

inner to outter

and now, we are on the path to the greatest fire ever seen

inconstant flames 

the strange smell

not that one so flavoured

but the smell of burning flesh

crescent and decrescent 

until the ashes of all of us

and the most absurd empire of them is alive 

now, even better.