if

if you do not want to tell me

the joys
of your friday evening
why should i reveal to you
my pain

you will remain
a stranger
not a brother, not a ...

i let you go

henry victor            03.08.2018

please! don’t fill my cup

my cup is empty

and i have desire

for no more

in this land of plenty

food here taste no more

for my taste buds are depleted

as if x-rays have destroyed

my heart, my desire

in the land of scarcity

there was joy at that time

every instant i returned home

to share potted curd so tasty

© henry victor     11.02.2004

tomb to kill

dissimilar views he doesn’t handle well

clashing openly like dogs of two kinds
with any who do not hold his outlook
ending in two camps that never assemble

similar visions also don’t go too well

for the like poles oppose one another
as women cutting throat of each other
never leaving space for an additional

single self, survives not on surface

drowning in water too deep
and in no account shows its face
making the very self a tomb to kill

© henry victor     24.03.2003

hypocrisy

honey was dripping from food he served

in an elegant golden plate shone, in

his hands, ornamented with gold, while his

mouth, with no stop, dropped words of sweet talk

knives many, invisible and very sharp

in that banquet hall spread all over

his eyes fixed on target to stab, while

heart contemplated that one murder

© henry victor     15.08.2003

Note: First words from each line read together from top to bottom will provide a proverbial phrase!

shit

birth is a bloody shit

when the one who needs to give

birth, cannot proudly announce

that “fact” or the name of the culprit

refusing now to own it

birth is a bloody shit

when your mother has not knitted

your first coat

in her preoccupation to find

a convenient vat to dump her womb’s hurt

birth is a bloody shit

when your damned father hides

his tail for the fear of a child’s snivel

to let someone else walk forward

to hide a new nakedness

birth is a bloody shit

when you hopelessly

for the rest of your existence

struggle to envision your life’s route

when courage had ruled

© henry victor     03.11.2003