Cannot be understood
And to try
Is to move further from understanding still.
Better that “horror”
Be written on a piece of paper
And that that paper be burned
And its ashes sent to the sky
And that they seed the clouds that float
Above a silent Paris.
It is that blue sky -
Emblem of Empire, syphilis, enlightened atrocity -
Which is responsible
For the eyes which weary of the cage
And the doubt of a world beyond them.
And it is its duty alone to bear
The great lluvulation
Necessary to revive a dead heart.