Der Gott Der Stadt

Der Gott der Stadt

Auf einem Häuserblocke sitzt er breit. Die Winde lagern schwarz um seine Stirn. Er schaut voll Wut, wo fern in Einsamkeit Die letzten Häuser in das Land verirrn.

Vom Abend glänzt der rote Bauch dem Baal, Die großen Städte knieen um ihn her. Der Kirchenglocken ungeheure Zahl Wogt auf zu ihm aus schwarzer Türme Meer.

Wie Korybanten-Tanz dröhnt die Musik Der Millionen durch die Straßen laut. Der Schlote Rauch, die Wolken der Fabrik Ziehn auf zu ihm, wie Duft von Weihrauch blaut.

Das Wetter schwält in seinen Augenbrauen. Der dunkle Abend wird in Nacht betäubt. Die Stürme flattern, die wie Geier schauen Von seinem Haupthaar, das im Zorne sträubt.

Er streckt ins Dunkel seine Fleischerfaust. Er schüttelt sie. Ein Meer von Feuer jagt Durch eine Straße. Und der Glutqualm braust Und frißt sie auf, bis spät der Morgen tagt.

Georg Heym

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dangeroussongbeliever

7 months ago

I have never known peace

Like the damp grass that yields to me

I have never known hunger

Like these insects that feast on me

A thousand teeth

And yours among them, I know

Our hungers appeased

Our heartbeats becoming slow

We lay here for years or for hours

Thrown here or found

To freeze or to thaw

So long, we'd become the flowers

Two corpses we were

Two corpses I saw

And they'd find us in a week

When the weather gets hot

After the insects have made their claim

I'd be home with you

I have never known sleep

Like the slumber that creeps to me

I have never known color

Like this morning reveals to me

And you haven't moved an inch

Such that I would not know

If you sleep always like this

The flesh calmly going cold

We lay here for years or for hours

Your hand in my hand

So still and discreet

So long, we'd become the flowers

We'd feed well the land

And worry the sheep

And they'd find us in a week

When the cattle show fear

After the insects have made their claim

After the foxes have known our taste

I'd be home with you

They'd find us in a week (Lay here for years or for hours)

When the weather gets hot (So long, we'd become the flowers)

They'd find us in a week (Lay here for years or for hours)

When the cattle show fear (So long, we'd become the flowers)

And they'd find us in a week

When the buzzards get loud

After the insects have made their claim

After the foxes have known our taste

After the raven has had its say

I'd be home with you

- Hozier

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dangeroussongbeliever

10 months ago

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dangeroussongbeliever

1 year ago

surely it's not just me who finds those fucking "be nice, I'm in charge of the pills" pins you sometimes see doctors and nurses wearing in pretty bad taste right? like the *point* is a stand against being mistreated by patients but like...yea you are in charge of the pills and can arbitrarily deny care to people, not really sure why that's something to gloat about? like the number of stories especially of black women being totally denied painkillers in hospital and stuff because the nurses were assholes it's like....maybe you can have your snarky pins when you're not in the position to medically torture someone? idk

like you get people rushing to defend it like "you don't know what it's like working in a hospital" but like...i do sure as hell know what it's like being mistreated by medical professionals. I'm not even getting paid to be here. it's kinda fucking evil when you think about it for more than a second.

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dangeroussongbeliever

11 months ago