April is Poetry month

[skull_bearer]

So here are two poems from Mirek and Johannes.
In other news, I marched on the Royal Bank of Scotland and lost a kneecap, and next month I will be responsible for sheparding the Nazi contingent through modern Berlin.
I will got in a corner and die now.

Aquarius

Tip the tumbler for water

You hold it out to me

To take from your hands.

You sip and swallow and sip again

And lean over for me

To take from your lips.

Hold the water, for when I kiss you

And taste it on your lips

Instead of the ash that chokes me.

-By Mirek.

 

Aquarius

Cradle a bowl of water

Your hands frail as twigs

Brittle bones bowing beneath

But holding high the gift

Sweet water to parched mouths

Of your Broken People

Pour down a waterfall of plenty

To cracked and parted lips

Glory and exhaustion on giving

And giving. The water bowl is empty

But you stand full and tall.

-By Johannes.