Monday, December 21, 2009

Der Panther
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.

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