oh, fortuna!

oh, fortuna,

bless these flames.
ash me.

i want to burn, but

i just
sold the
furniture.

bless this mess,

this welfare cheque,
the shit job manifesto.

a moral compass,
a compelling morass:
we sink beneath the waves

of the underclass

(what freedom! destitute at last!)

bless mighty slum lord,

holy padlock,

and eviction notice righteousness.

fall.
rise.
rinse.
dry:

i’m on the road again…

– C.M.

“O Fortuna” is a medieval Latin Goliardic poem written early in the thirteenth century, part of the collection known as the Carmina Burana. It is a complaint about fate and Fortuna, a goddess in Roman mythology and personification of luck (Wikipedia).

O Fortune,
variable
as the moon,
always dost thou
wax and wane.
Detestable life,
first dost thou mistreat us,
and then, whimsically,
thou heedest our desires.
As the sun melts the ice,
so dost thou dissolve
both poverty and power.

Monstrous
and empty fate,
thou, turning wheel,
art mean,
voiding
good health at thy will.
Veiled
in obscurity,
thou dost attack
me also.
To thy cruel pleasure
I bare my back.

Thou dost withdraw
my health and virtue;
thou dost threaten
my emotion
and weakness
with torture.
At this hour,
therefore, let us
pluck the strings without
delay.
Let us mourn together,
for fate crushes the brave.[3]

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