Avra K’davra
Smashing
Stashing
Pouring
Killin’
Balls to say: “Enough!”
Spine to rise up!
As because, if not now then,
If in case of…
Anyway…
Keep the flag.
Raise the flame.
From Olympus comes a Name.
You don’t know him, ’cause he’s got
Zeus, and Aphrodite, and Thot
Playing chess,
Ignoring us.
Nothings with watches.
Nothing will watch us.
Nothing in us.
All above us.
We forgot how to spell,
How to dream,
How to speak about eternity, El.
Magic, magic.
Smile.
How wrong we are, how wrong,
Outside our shell,
Ignoring the shape, pattern, and usages.
Tradition is lost.
Chaos is here.
From gold to rubber,
We transformed the world into a pornographic enterprise.
Where is the magic wand?
Where are the innocent frogs?
Where is the book of spells?
Jaw clenched, back taut as a knotted root,
he bares his teeth at the grinning sun.
Perhaps you can find, in the cold rays of light, a candle’s shadow.
This is what sorcery is: the power to play with the elements.
Be the wizard of this world.
For the world is not built of nails and planks, but of dreams made true.
Avra K’davra