We dance
together
the thoughtless ballet
minuet
dark pantomime
mirror to life
to where and what
everything brings?
When also the shining
star
no longer will bring joy
but sad and painful
to the day judgment,
tremendous,
shining axe
is threatening
quivering.
YOU ARE READING
Little Red Book (Libercolo Rosso)
PoetryIf there were a premise to do for this Little Red Book it would be that everything written here had not been thought to be delivered, as it is happening now, written black and red on white, just right now and from now on.
