Fie oh an’t fie!
a musical silence, the initial harmony.
discord and struggle, during a white circle,
is babbling some made-up tune
O, the music!
o, the oomph!
stains stains stains
black black black
it’s a livin ‘.
Symbolic dance macabrei,
countless murders,suicides, apparitions,
disturbing unfolding of images at a furious pace,
chasing the dead, the dead, prostitutes,
burning angels and gods,digging through graves,
reviving the underworld,all those armies in retreat,
that blood and fires,the bells
And also the arson
and also the madness of a frantic chase,
Beethoven is played, drinking expensive cognacs
smelling Burmese herbs and caressing stuffed skins.
and that life was lost.
At the royal fair distorted Turkish
Hungarism and Anglicism
in Suleiman’s Palace a special “hu”
they are jumpy transitions,a feature
of that one-act play.
At a furious pace, hilarious noise
and eerie silence alternate,wild dance and terrified stiffness,
punches and hugs,laughter and tears,life and death,
light and darkness,
and that’s life.
A wild drunken wheel roars through the stage,
sucking in people type of a hurricane,horses,
black dogs, beasts from the menagerie,
and, finally, a chorus of more vampiric dead,
suicides from Toledo’s wheel
It’s a part of Life
A suffocating song of horribly black spots
your life was a fight with beasts
believe it! snakes, hyenas and wolves
watch them grin and sing
a curse upon it!
In in a low voice….
© Leila Samarrai
Photo Credit: Ilene Meyer