Was it love or was it bribe?
Maybe whisper, maybe cry
Maybe work of ancient scribe
May I kiss you, do not shy.
We are very old, indeed
Sure, timeless cherry pie
We did chose the wrong gambit
Modern culture’ guess and lie
I remember local butcher
Who dismembers pigs and cows?
Rusting dreams about future
Demolition of my house
Lunatics are hunting people
Thinking murder is a hobby
Their sickness very simple:
Game of blood and lifeless bodies
I still hear waltz of Strauss
Town’s park and dance arena
Lost forever looks and sounds
Nazis marching in Vienna
Freedom loving stupid dummies
Huge behinds don’t fit the chair
Dedicated doctors’ army
Is destroying hopes for care.
I recall songs from the ghetto
Warsaw, Vilna, words in Yiddish
Imre Kalman operettas
Brighton mimicking Odessa
Salty memories of oceans
Slices of reincarnations
Smells of air in Land of Goshen
Revolution’s red carnations
Gods are humans in disguise
Asking questions and discussing:
"Why the fathers must be punished
For the sins of their children?
Why the mercy right for judgment
Is desire for forgiveness?"
But they cannot find the answer
Brave solution for disaster:
Very soon new prays and language
Will be spoken by this country
Rooster will propose to rooster
We approved this type of marriage
Eggs adoption – ego booster
Who will keep the kingship lineage?
Gods watch humans and despise
Contemplating final motion
In my old unwritten novel
Touch of lips was sweetest extra
Consonants and lovely vowels.
Kaiserwalzer play orchestra!
New Jersey. 6/12/2013 – 7/24/2013