Oracles of God

Three little girls
with skulls in their hands.
Paralyzed by the poison
in their stitched veins.
They have all the answers
programmed in their eyes.

Lay your head on the pillow
& close these burdened eyes.
We play the blanket in your pouring ears
made of bones & nervs
& watch in mercyless silence
how you
fall
back
into the realm
of our nested mousetraps.

Your lips move in the monologue with God,
the words are written on these
white hospital walls
with
blood.

You don’t care, when we pour
it from your open chest.
You don’t care, ’cause you don’t feel.
You don’t care, ’cause you don’t feel.

You don’t care…

20.08.2009