Cinema Verite Poem by Virginia Drungil

the feast has ended
at the communal table
the communion was being dispensed
you weren't there
go on living
with your sins

you are being absolved
nevertheless
go on now - create your own
Cinema verite story
write it in your blood
on the white walls
of heaven

you don't have
monopoly on your pain

it grows like a tree
of your fears
in the wast desert
that has conquered you
dry sand blinding your eyes

you're done dressing wounds
repaving the road
out of reality
that doesn't fit you
anymore - like an old suit

put it on
the scarecrow
and go