salvation

we sit around the family table
as a vase full of flowers god is with us
together in a queue we wait

the salvation takes place
on the other side of the door

mother's triumph

i let him be
separate from me

day sends me out
where it’s sunny and green

night keeps me in
where words come

morning hours
bring pain

no longer

ode to the profit man

oh our omnipotent pest of a profit man

your market of cancers is booming
you are successfully globalising the decay
your mother poisoned and raped
cannot sustain life any longer

you must be proud of your asset column