Barbarianella

Inspired by "Waiting for the barbarians"...have a feeling this will only be the first in a row...Anywhooo; here goes -

"A dream inside a dream inside a lie; before the dawn" [very first edition]
By Scaramouche, the po(t)et, and dedicated to J.M. Coetzee

You caused upon yourself, to be so blind
lacking will-power, or was it fate
Was it the angels who told you not to speak
did you cut your throat, or someone else's

You fell into a state of drowsed oblivion
conviction lost, or were you superstitious
Some sign you got, which told you not to act
did you realize, all of a sudden, you were weak

A man cannot do, more than a man cannot do,
which means you can always do more than nothing

You did not dare, nor did you ever scream
opposition reserved, for a selected few
Words got stuck, although you tried to speak
did you send for one, or did you learn yourself

*

Her breath, your breath, her cold cold feet,
entangled, and adjoined, but - you;

You slept within her arms, you felt her skin
strains of hair caressed your naked arm
A safety you called trust, misunderstood
sacrificed more than you thought possible

You followed her as long as you could go
then, vanished into dim and desert light
Was it only shadows of a doubt you saw
existed more, there, that you sure disowned