Sales – K. B

Sales

 

To all the moms in the world.

 

 
A new born
So bright,
Shiny
And pure,
Untouched,
Unscathed.

A few years
Later he’s lost
In the wilderness,
Looking for the
Same union.

Hit, smashed,
Glass breaking
Blurred image
Of Narcissus
Reflected
In the lake,
Drama,
Tragedy
The mind
Won’t
Cease
Until
It finds
Peace.

The new born
Was untouched,
Unscathed,
Running
Free in the
Forests
Of maternity.

Now he’s for
Sale,
He doesn’t
Even know
His name
Until
A tender
Embrace
From those
Arms that lifted
Him up come
To remind him
Of his brilliant
Past,
The womb
That carried
Him
And cared
For him.

Alas ,
Time was a pain,
He was floating
In semi ease,
Eyes closed,
Until he came
To light,
So bright that
He screamed
For the first
Time.

Now he’s for sale,
Like his house,
Like the landlord’s
Face,
Like the mortgage
He owes to the bank,
Like the deserted
Cities thar went
Bankrupt.

After the tender
Embrace,

He’s for sale
Now.

He keeps on
Singing,

« Long live the soul,
Long live the soul, ».
K.B

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