автор: DianaStefanova

”You must go on, I can’t go on, I’ll go on.”
The Unnamable, Samuel Beckett*

Climb out of the appalling silence, speak!
Existence needs expression at the altar,
to pierce frailty with its shiny beak:
let hopeful yearning suffer and be slaughtered.

Submit. You must... Submit. Go on... And die.
Consuming flesh and spectacle is vital -
The crowd, a surging sea of bloody eyes
demands incessant sacrifice of idols.

Your heart, the tender tip, is what they need -
(where godliness descended into vulgar:
ephemeral; imperfect; incomplete) -
to cleanse their sin, and feed the primal hunger.

You must construct a self and suffer still:
no choice, no purpose flowering through living;
surrender love to duty, words - to will!
…Transcendence comes, angelic and forgiving.

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* Dedicated to the actor Colin Firth
and the film The King’s Speech