Nam sybillum quidem; Cumis ego ipse oculis meis.

only winter keeps
the warmth
while
april is the cruellest month
says the sage
his wasteland is my waste land

keeping me alive with a few dried roots
melted tongues and eyes
the tu lips on my face silenced
and sewn shut
kept silent by internal
obscenities and outbursts kept to a minimum

i wonder
who steals the smiles
that i have earned
and why
a moments' worth
is greater than
my own, perceived

genuine: the blasphemous, unforgivable sin
which humanity cannot tolerate,
the heart, not utter