The hands are cold, too
cold
Trying to eat, the fork drops
on
top
Painting the table, a cardinal sin
was
committed
The father will always forgive, he will
detest
the soul
The mother will always smile, she will
cradle
it
The accordion will always sing, it will
eat
the heart
The fork returns
The hand trembles
The table shudders
The cardinal sin has been forgiven
and yet
glass breaks
Why does the melody make my body ache?
--Superlord , 20/11/2025
Theme : Self, Social Criticism, War