The Theater Poem by Katerina Val

Lead me to the theater babe
where we can finally pretend
what we are and what we love
the things we say we adore and all this stuff about “control”
touch my fingers gently and wisely as they point the way
for they will point the way
from where I shall escape, you shall escape
away

Learn how to estimate the lies
and underestimate their sight
their poisoned light
with which they washed their hands
in this theater of time

Take out the useless use of all the soft and mellifluous lullabies
You needed once to cry out
as I was trying in my corner to shut up
for I was trying to eavesdropp the silence
and fighting against their war of sounds

But now silent as I stay babe
I need to cry babe
and I need to die babe
and if I need to misuse myself babe
you should let me do it babe
you will love me cause I am free
you will need me cause I am free
so now start and hate me
for I am me.

Your hatred as I shall greet
kneeled before this king
of my eternal theater

And you need to stop using all this trash
shut up your mind instead and croon a bit
sing out of tone a little bit
and try to hurt a bit
and I will love you for what you are not
but just for this single time-is it fine for you babe?
For they are saying
repetition is tragically one of a bore
and I need
I need to stand to this theatre
for once
alone.