Before Dawn

It is not dawning yet

wide awake I am and I lighted a candle

the stillness of the house resonates softly

It is not dawning yet

towards a dreary January morning

but this is still happening.... well into the 21.Century

now...so I keep quiet but I can feel

the great spectacle...the wild shit

starting all over again:

You are all out on your feet again, right

populating train stations

swearing your tin-boxes through traffic-jams

neon lights in slaughterhouses and public toilets

Lives settle round cars and weapons and shoes

round insurances and hardware and lottery

and the gas-stations and numerous air-ports

Early cigarettes behind hospitals and super-markets

Tsunamis break loose of parcel-delivery, newspapers

and cup-coffees, dog-shit bags, nappies and toilet-rolls

the meat-counter opens, the doll, the drug distribution

Faces in mirrors

Faces...in mirrors

Bring kids to day-nursery, leave for school, go office

and there are still Zoos and nuclear power plants

death row-cells and cruise-ships and madhouses

Now

Places that never ever rest

Places where no human being ever passed by

Corner-kiosks, Pizza-parlors, Kebab-shacks

legions of sad bad tempered men rise early

go take a shit, go get some poor food or smoke and their helmets

building a Babylon-world of bribery and concrete

And traffic-lights, escalators, garbage-trucks

and homelessness and helplessness and

a candle and it flickers softly

and it is right now hard to believe but true

but I cherish the fact and the image

in all child-like wonder

that all, all of you

oh how sweetly vulnerable

oh sacred defenselessness:

must have crawled out of some bed and sleep

must have spent some time somewhere else

in another sweet dream... before this nightmare