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789 Blasphemy

On occasion of the non-eventing name-day

Life – unrelenting penance,
Hands over lectern, composed –
Lord, she’s not mine – what sentence…
Lord, she’ll never be close…

Forehead over the missal –
Not under blessing hands.
Praying words, oh, how wistful –
Fire, brimstone and wasteland.

Blessed thoughts, oh, how foolish –
Only one thought takes flight:
Into black vortex of anguish
Through the eternal night.

Church bells are tolling in awe…
Lord, do not tempt with wrath!
Damned be forever the law
That is against love and chance.

Candles? Lit? No – blow out!
Rub off the makeup of past,
Choose the new one somehow,
If so wicked old path.

Dull, unforgiving heartache,
Cracked ring in black velvet case…
I’m through with weeping and wakes
Ov’r your – not Mary’s – sweet face.

Time to live whole – no half-masts –
Cherishing nightly desires…
Worshipping daily – at last –
Marks left by nails and ire.

Part of the grandest plan –
This rebellious blast…
Lord, please forgive if you can…
Amen. All lots are cast.

Мария Штальбаум   11.11.2002   •   Заявить о нарушении