Kuw-Hate

Kuw-Hate

For the hearts that cannot wait

I wish you all the goodness of sleep

So that every waking day

There’ll be no unhappiness,

No third world memories lingering in your constricted mind

To the Snaking dunes of desert land

You lay your back to melting sand

You breathe the grains

And cannot lift your gilded hand

Lucid dreams in the city of hate

Countless bitter people you create

As the desert storms recede

So are the feelings of love

                                                Forced out, vomited

                                                Through the nose it went writhing

                                                Forming mud

That love, that mud.

Formed into an Asp

                                                Poisoned, swallowed

                                                Her mild, gentle heart

                                                                So precious, fragile

Death creeps in the heart.

                                To the hearts that cannot wait.