I remember the days
bitter aftertaste of coffee
the gemutlichkeit:
conversations, debates,
intellectual wanking
poseurs we all were

enrolled domestics
bourgeois workaholics
we shake our collective heads
at the kulturkampf
as if
been there done it
we’ve moved on

and we have

we have pulled down
the coffee mugs from the altar
the ex-believers
have employed the goddess
for the banal task
of keeping us awake

and yet
we sleepwalk

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PS: At least three words in the poem are AWAD words over past two weeks. No points for guessing which.


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