Love In German Bakery Poem by Lovita Morang

love in German Bakery

I loved my love

In the empty benches
And
Empty chairs
Empty tables
Benches, table, chairs
Filled with human love

Pure love
Grows here
In the cup of ice tea
In the cup of mint tea

Smiles sprouts and spreads from here
From this little green shed of humanity
To the universe so small

Big is the human bond here…

My love grew out
from this little green shed of German Bakery
To this world universe of human hearts
Hearts and Hearts…

Heart…! ?
Heartless

How Godly you look in human face…
Godless country you belong
human dare not do demonic act
[It’s all in the mind that is different]
your thoughts and actions
fails to fortify
and you become what you have prepared for
that…
Unidentifiable monsters

No one recognised you
And…
Over your syphilitic win…
Shredding
Tearing
You triumph over
Your blasphemous belief
An unequal battle…
If you cannot be me
Come and
Butcher my being too
If any thing left more to do

You celebrate
Quenching your thirst
You rejoice
with your empty cup filled
with human blood

from this blood
From this ashened love
Shall grow new grass
New trees branching out
Again pure love-rooted
Between the greening wood and snow

It is never a death
of love
Death
of a poetry
Between burning wood and melting snow…

My anger my angst
Erupts from my human and animal spirit
That stands

Between human helplessness
Between human cries

sleeping souls shall sleep
just leaving the last smile
to last on this beautiful earth

like new born sleeping child
between wood and the snow
unknown and unknowing of the last pain
last smile
and
last pain

eyes closed but smiling
human smiles…

smiles shall again fill the empty cups of human love
Stronger shall be human hearts
Life at large
Relations larger
Who fortify human spirit
Who fortify human smile
Love shall grow again
Right here
Right in German Bakery


[altered economics equation, artistic equation]
130.
I am pregnant
With a cry
of a new human hope
become
becoming
coming
of all this things together
you too are there
but
I don’t know
What far
How far

here

a human inside me
like every creation longed for motherhood
I am pregnant again
Ripe fruits falling apart
I am pregnant still
With my dead corpse
Lying next to me
I am pregnant again
With a life of my own
A mother
For my own

Giving birth…

To such a beautiful life
Called
myself
When you were away