Fridge Poetry 40 - Shitting in one hand
Our art is all we have,
and while it won’t get you and me
through death or into another world,
it is always ours.
Gilded tales of beauty,
ghosts in the charm,
curses upon every child,
and wishing until our hair falls out.
We are forever fighting winter.
Enjoy every day’s everyday brilliant morning
and always protect the peasants
and be sure to look up.
We see you.
We believe in you.