Impromptu Poem by Katerina Val

Crowns
Made of charcoal
Blackness
Tar
In the infinite trembling of a pain
Of a sound that silently sits on the sick piano just in vain
Their pain is plain
Drained
they say they are all drained
and still they lead the way
with their blood half poisoned
half changed.

Tunic
Made of dust
reveal their latest hungry precious lust
their rich and poor unstable lust
which they fear the most they have to protect
lost
they are lost
in lust
and soon they give in their trust
they give away their eyes
themselves
the things they made up
the performances
all the solitude they had to love
all the vanity they had to waste
all the loneliness they had to taste
they made it up
and soon they were told to stop
by an undefined entity
a creature no one knew its name, where it came from
a relief that they could at last throw somewhere the blame

What was his name?
Or if they are praying on it in vain
Whose appetite should you first blame?
His or theirs
But still they had to pray
They had to give all their things away
The laugh, the pain
With blood in their hands
Their hunger would still last
They need
They had to pray.