Gentle Mortification

Piles of Men bones and then… digged from the holes hidden deep in earth.

Stones and ashes with sweat of slaves you think we don’t have them today.

My hair turned grey and the vision shortened. It suffocated by bizarre images

created throughout the world and beyond. Who said and who had ever promised

us to come down on earth and enjoy our vacation, for life demands more than

I may see, more than I may feel, more than I may utter the first word of

the first language- that of Silence.

There’s another Soul evaporating on the deck and in the shore the breeze blows

odors of their smelly sweat. They watch as they wait in the queue their turn

to death entrance. That Gate open-heartedly awaits so many …a way so many

guests for their retirement. There is a vast Space beyond blissful Knowing and

the bells rang beneath the roof of the utmost Heaven.

You see. Even Death is different, not only Fate, not only Joy, not only

uninterrupted Smile- The one that demolishes every hatred. Even Love is different

in the process of your Gentle mortification.

Then ask me where is Freedom, where is the Turquoise bone of Destiny and

the days as cheap minerals overwhelming Life taken as corn seeds by chicken

and a rooster with the chirping voice who calls them and don’t allow them

to have even a grain.

…and the flowers are frozen by the snow on the April’s end- this Spring has

betrayed us all- sour are the strawberries, you think you eat cherries.

…and what else do you think we shall do when the Sun burns your shadow

until it disappears.

Who said you have a right to call me Life- when in real I’m only

a Gentle Mortification.