I WANT TO BE A PROSTITUTE

I want to be a prostitute

Sharing my conscience with crowns

On beds of guilt-pricked mattresses,

I want to be a prostitute

Lying on every shelve of every library

Displaying the love for the land’s prowess

I want to be a prostitute

Standing at traffic lights’ verandas

Directing the vehicles of life in rows

I want to be a prostitute

Guest at board and cabinet meetings

Vaccinating hearts of hedonisms

I want to be a prostitute

Lecturing true sounds of the lands

Restructuring the faces of the fallen heroes

I want to be a prostitute

Visiting brother prisoners in cells

Envying us, outside but in prisons

I want to be a prostitute

In all fallopian tubes

Planting the language of milk and sugar’s seeds

I want to be a prostitute

Washing hands and feet of betrayers

In the virgin mid-night rainfalls

I want to be a prostitute

Comforting women beating breasts

Whose husbands, guilt made impotents

I want to be a prostitute

Holding God’s torchlight

For all sojourning into unknowns

I want to be a prostitute

Leading the lands

To arrive at the golden beginnings

I’m the spirit and sound of  Earth.

                 23/02/2011, Balme Library.