Fall 2007 / Spring 2008

Under Rotting Sky

by Jussi Jaakola

Locking myself in
keeps me from wandering on the streets

This is inevitable to pass through the mud
to exceed the erratic evaporation

No permanent standing water
No sight of a backyard goat slaughter
No final peace agreement

I don't grow my own children like trees
don't record their growth in a diary
but save them from a fiery temper

No one can buy the right to dig them up in spite

Showing them all this chaos
showing the blind Illuminati eye

Under rotting sky