Manuela Cardiga - Guilty Pleasures and Culinary Treasures

PRELUDE FOR HEART'S PAIN

Is there no world
Or love enough to buy
A miracle this night?

Quiet then,
And let us not weep.

Pretend a smile
And let the skeletal
Hands sweep those
Last moments
From that face

Let there be
No display
Of tawdry rictus
Pain.

Quiet then,
And let us not weep.

Draw the curtains
Let grief remain
The domain
Of the silken hands
Of famed and framed

Portraits
Of the gawdy
Kings
Of Pain-

Quiet then
And let us not weep.

Let that silence creep
Upon us,
Curl on our
Laps

Quiet then.
Let there be silence
Let there be night.

Let the Prince of Cats
Shout delight in tears
Milk of human kindness
Lapped from
Pulsing grey
Electric substitutes
For the human brain

MC