Monday, January 16, 2012

The tail of 2 hunchbacks

Long ago
Once upon a time
there was a city
of craftsmen.

Living here -
weavers and blacksmiths,
painters, poets, musicians.

But broken in
a duke de Malikorn -
city was attacked by soldiers.

As black crows
they flew around the town,
burning and destroying lifes.

Working people
gone into the woods
gather strength to fight with duke.

Stayed in town
sweeper Caracol
helped to liberate the city.

Both - the duke
and sweeper Caracol
had the humps on backs.

Folded wings,
straightened by the love,
kept by hump of sweeper.

Anger, hatred,
fear bent the duke,
holding lying eyes down.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

What a "hump"
we carry through the life,
what we hide inside it?

What a load
prevents form climbing high?
Is not time to trash it out?

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