Poésie pour le temps courant / Poetry for Current Times

She’s Not Living Down There

She’s not living down there
She has a heart like a tree
It pumps up her blood through me
She blows the sky in thin air

No she’s not living down there
I wanna tell about her
The crazy story she told me
How she was burned into flames 
In a barn full of dairy anger 
Under the bloody singing moon

When she left her mother country
Her footprints were not to be seen
And since she walks on thin ice
Like she’d awaken a ghost
Full of fury with no sound
And grinding teeth in her breast 
Forcing her to eternally wander 
In the most darkest and forgotten lands

She’s just not living down there
I met her once she’d landed down
In this seashore city of mine
And paid her twice she had in mind
And didn’t touch this skin of hers 
She was telling me I would die
So very soon this dream of mine
Would consume my shadow inside
And I would wake up for she’s gone
I would stand endlessly alone
On the furthest edges of dawn
In the twilight of the cruelest dusk
And then she vanished in thin air
She left me dead on a carpet
I could not tell what’s drawing on
She left me dead when she was gone
Cause she’s not living on the earth 
She had no siblings and no birth 
This girl I just told you about
Is living dead inside my heart

Illustration : MUNCH, Young Girl On The Beach, 1896.