You don’t ever
Want to be haunted
By children
By the children
You’ve killed
But you will be
I hope they come
In their millions
I hope they suffocate
I hope they strangulate
I hope they penetrate
All of your memories
I hope that their screams
Become the only sound in your dreams
You deserve their burnt faces
You deserve their biting eyes
You deserve their cold hands
Crushing all of your days
You deserve them pointing
And bleeding
Over your warm bed
Sleep is for the good
Nightmare is the summons of the God
You shall not escape
O you Kings
O you murderers
The kiss of death is yours
The dark wings of dead children
Grow
The black claws of the innocent ones
Dig
Into your mind
You are cursed by dead children
They surround you
They will drown you
You will know the vengeful look of the Seraphim
You will hear the secret voices of an angry God
You are more than Cain in Gaza
You have gone beyond the divine law
Thou shalt not kill children
Now cursed be thy name
Now cursed be the rest of thy days
In thy now cursed land
Blessed are the little children
For they are the watchful eyes of God
Amen
Dan Corjescu teaches at the University of Tübingen’s “Studium Professionale” Program
