Maria Dorota Pieńkowska: Plan

Plan

Not the first – or possibly the last
Revelation – now in a flutter of smiles
on blunt faces spilled – cynical
a longing for nothingness
Desirable as the blood of the innocent
like bitten bones – thrown
Dogs under the table of abundance

It's the flowering power of the grove.
full of trees of cognition of good and evil
Rebellious weeds burn at the stake
rainbow colors occupy the horizon
How to scope Gaia – Paradise

For the chosen, eternal life promised here
When this dream comes actual – this plan

All you gotta do is get those guys.
who pray in silence
hidden in a quiet hole
Who knows?
what can come of it?



Maria Dorota Pieńkowska

Photo: 4 Horsemen of the Apocalypse - Albrecht Dürer