The sentence of today is now part of my future musical ‘Whispers’:
Two Women
There’s a fiction author, sits confined
with a composer of social hives
Both authors are polite and kind
Both stern and sticking to own side
The author first evades the clash,
looks at a tree that’s winter-bound:
leaf bunches in green-yellow rashed
upon a blue chased off by clouds
The clouds pass the graveyard sunny
Deer sleepers there are covered with earth
One moment beds gape in the ground,
the next they’re bigger than mole hills
The second author is collecting-
the gathered clues can be processed
She used to heal, but also practised
the skills that go with army ranks
How many in the graveyard-city
were lied to, or were liars worth
How many’ll be forever pitied
How many got what they deserved
V.P.T. 27.09.2009
I wonder what verse will come out of the next sentence:
When a country subsides a war through tools increasing the country’s economic effort needed for covering a monetary debt, and when a family is slowly falling apart and can no longer be collectively controlled by the principle of orders coming along the gridlines of professional belonging, and along the gridlines of structural order, then the man charged with the responsibility to sign the subsidiary long-term economic bond, and the woman involved in strategic projects without her knowledge, are two pawns not only moved but also sacrificed: the man is sacrificed by his country in the name of a new policy, and the woman sacrificed by her closest kin in the name of keeping their former belonging a secret.
V.P.Toucheva 28.09.2009 Sofia, Bulgaria, EU
