Dulce et Decorum Est (How sweet it is)
Oh sweet, how sweet
To be me but not
Judgment belongs to someone else,
It belongs to plastic innocuous speech,
Flowing into a vacant House that is yours, theirs-mine
Mellifluous like the honey which drips onto the tongue licked off by opulence
It’s sweet, the blankness, it’s sweet
The stars- nebulous and melting through my pounding heart
It’s so sweet- terribly sweet
And the day repeats as if the next,
static remains on blurred television screens,
excerpts and fragments of Statues grace the frontier,
And I who remain, follow a false ideal
A stone presence, a paragon of nothing
Because I wanted to start afresh- to empty my own onto a dreamless nightmare
By I found nothing- an empty space in an empty land- filled with empty smiles that mock crystal lined cages
But in all that kills there remains, gratuitous me
Smiling
Laughing
Grinning
Screaming
Happy
Genuine
Someone else’s vision in my eyes, spectacles with no lenses for me
For Justice, inculcated me with words that run down
Because I am content with knowing everything (nothing)
Of how I was to be me if there is me everywhere
Oh sweet, how sweet
To be me but not