By Yasen Vedrin
(The Copper Bowl)
Bustle. Noise. A chaotic crowd.
Everyone is trying to go first.
At a stall – within a gloomy cloud –
Sells the devil locks to feed his thirst.
“Come on, people! Keep inside the line!
Goods have been delivered for you all.
Only let me see, in order fine,
All your hands reaching toward my stall.
Oh, dear lady! Heart dressed up in lace!
Put it on the scale right away!
And you will receive from me a space –
Just the lock that fits you for today.
Safety, is it? Please, madame, don't cry!
You are making me out loud to laugh.
Once I lock your shame and keep it dry –
You will be a fairy on my staff.
You will never suffer from any need,
Nor from grief and filthy charity.
But your brand-new world will be indeed
Like an Eden, with no scarcity.
Look, how easy is it! Isn't that so?
Next one please... Well done, my dear sir!
You are used to let your heart pain grow,
But it's better if it grows colder.
Scruples, did you say? By God! Oh, no!
Hell’s own guarantee is what you gain!
Even an orphan kneeling down below
Will bring laughter. Not a bit of pain!
Key, you ask? Yes! But it stays with me!
Every lock is sold locked from the start.
Thus eternal captive life you'll see,
And a happy living as your part.
Hey, young man! Are you here coming too?
Splendid! So young, yet you want my task!
With a heart that beats like hammers do,
Building up the monument I ask...
Cool, you say? What are you talking? Look!
Super you will be beneath my shield!
Your bright future now is off the hook
With this devilish purchase in your field!”
Bustle. Noise. A chaotic crowd.
Padlocks. Tombs where final death is spun.
Hiding in the ominous, dark cloud
Goes the devil with man’s hearts undone...
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