Dilemma

 

For having trodden underfoot all the dead leaves
For having stomped all the station platforms
Deprived I outdo the pride of the Orient
Depraved I infringe the shame of the Occident
 
For being complicit in this masquerade
For being manhandled to the four winds
Fallen I drag my scepter like a corpse
Laconic I curse my dream like one living
 
For seeming too big to children
For seeming too small to adults
I appear at the tribunal of love

 

Paul Novis