You are searching from the morning
for the oasis. It is only a mirage.
Don't delude yourself.
You didn't want to listen
to the roar of the calm river.
Therefore now, instead
of the caravan, alone donkeys
are pulling the hearse.Don't delude
yourself! It is also only a mirage.
You are on hot sand.
Fat is melting. It is sizzling.
You can finally fry what you have
and give it on deep, for of the ones
insatiable they. Still won't
have enough. These are 'Jaws'.
And in 'Igloo' are dancing the
undressed Eskimos.They are serving
burning bananas.
And in the 'Igloo' is dancing.
Warm coolness...
Maria Barbara Korynt
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-warm-coolness/
