Once, we had a farm
and on the Cabbage Fields
we used to play war with my brother.
I was always an inferior
for I could not shout as loud
as the bombs shout
– but I could die,
I’ve never particularly liked the Cabbage Fields
Nowadays I study biology;
the human body and anatomy as such
– how does a heart break?
For just the other day I heard about the Fairytales;
they’re not true! – and I could hear a crack
Cinderella was not there after all, saving the Cabbage soldiers
And now, here and there I go,
crying my life
and sleeping badly at nights
– I watch nightmares, and awake there in between.
Mostly I give up
and go watch the TV-Shop
For the Narcissist in me
does not tolerate mistakes;
Peter Pan had a Flying Accident, Jesus was killed before Lunch.
And therefore I announce:
“The Kids of the Cabbage Field have fled!”