Second Last Song for Dria

Second Last Song for Dria

In stories I heard once,
sometimes the beast was cured
and could walk again

into the endless garden.

Dria,
if you stroked my voice tonight,
you would shudder and flee

like from a lover
from another birth…

for it’s a voice
that has forgotten
its own secrets…

it’s a voice
that froze last winter,
when snow came early;

now it would howl
in the inferno
of your gentle fingers, Dria

if you stroked my voice tonight

but if you saw me under the sky,
maybe you would laugh
at the costume that I am wearing

but it’s the only one I found
after they shut down
the theatre of ugly heroes…

this costume of an astronaut….

in stories I heard as a child,
beasts learnt to halleluiah

and costumes did wonders at night.