RareForm
Bluelight Crew
Once my claws
scratched the forest.
My starvation-like roars
tore harshly at the valleys' flesh
while my two eyes, that glowed more brightly crimson
as the night advanced,
glittered with murderous battle-lust.
I made the forest tremble.
I cleaved rocks in twain.
I filled the nights with such fear
that the fur of wild beasts stood on end.
I am the forest's emperor.
*
Now here in front of this museum
where stillness gathers like dust,
with old fluorescent lights flickering
at the end of distant memories,
I stand dead
like a still from a slowed-down video.
Inside my skin my flesh of hardened plaster
is tight with grief.
My fierce prowling, that once
wound about the high mountains ranges
like lightning, like thunder,
is now confined within a transparent glass case
marked 'Do not touch'.
I will not term this state unlucky, only
*
since I am now dead, I wish I was not standing up
but set with knees gently folded.
I wish these utterly good-for-nothing sharp claws
had been extracted,
the splendor of whiskers and teeth destroyed.
I wish my two eyes were quietly shut as in sleep.
Ah, if only my futile power was not displayed; please,
if only...
scratched the forest.
My starvation-like roars
tore harshly at the valleys' flesh
while my two eyes, that glowed more brightly crimson
as the night advanced,
glittered with murderous battle-lust.
I made the forest tremble.
I cleaved rocks in twain.
I filled the nights with such fear
that the fur of wild beasts stood on end.
I am the forest's emperor.
*
Now here in front of this museum
where stillness gathers like dust,
with old fluorescent lights flickering
at the end of distant memories,
I stand dead
like a still from a slowed-down video.
Inside my skin my flesh of hardened plaster
is tight with grief.
My fierce prowling, that once
wound about the high mountains ranges
like lightning, like thunder,
is now confined within a transparent glass case
marked 'Do not touch'.
I will not term this state unlucky, only
*
since I am now dead, I wish I was not standing up
but set with knees gently folded.
I wish these utterly good-for-nothing sharp claws
had been extracted,
the splendor of whiskers and teeth destroyed.
I wish my two eyes were quietly shut as in sleep.
Ah, if only my futile power was not displayed; please,
if only...
