#atida littauer

[danlittauer]

Goodbye

I couldn’t hold your hand before you died.

The two knives cut your heart,

And mine.

Under false piety, greed and hatred collided,

Two knives,

Two sisters,

Cutting into your flesh as you were dying,

Tormenting the still living.

  Two knives dripped in blood,

One in the Holyland the other in Scotland,

Beneath the false tears,

You buried mother’s soul, body and dignity,

To empty her pockets into your gaping soulless thirst.

The two knives,

Prevented me from attending your funeral,

Killing that day a part of me too.

  But I keep you alive and bury you each day,

I say my hello and goodbye,

I remember your life,

Feel my pain, loss,

I wish that you feel peace now,

Maybe you can save some for me. Mother.

[danlittauer]

Bogus Piety

They assembled in black

eyes dripping red tears

with appearance of touching piety

to bury our mother

while she was still alive

They knife care laboured

so they could be blinded

by aluminium foil fealty 

for family kaleidoscope mirrage of love

masqueraded knives of heart stabbing

haemorrhaging golden coins from the dying

Two women sitting seven days

needles for the soul

evaporated salt waste

eyes red and deader

than the dead sea

They assembled like a pack

counting profit

beaks deep into flesh

marking their share

of the still living

AMEN

God is full of mercy

that is why non

was left for the

still living

Even Loch Lomond

Has no room for all my tears

To my sisters, who care more about revenge and getting inheritance money from my dying parents, who are prepared to stab each other and pretend to be loving while hiding the dripping knifes behind their backs.