Protosauruses
hatched in the swamps
of the
big mosquitoes came from the East
they
shared our bodies among them
and ate
them with vodka, they shared
among
them everything: the greediness,
a loaf
of bread and the rain they shared
the
guilt, the wine, the animals, the refusal
and the
night, always the postponements
so they
not kill us all at once they installed
the
loneliness, they shared the crime
they
installed two scourges: the Bolshevik
inquisition
and the Soviet society that don’t
leave the
least hope for the man and the humans
divide
into segments as do the worms
and their
eyes pop out of the sockets
like
some snails out of the shell
and
among all the noises of the universe
you no
longer hear anything but the drops
of
water trickling down the walls and down
your
bloody flesh. Today too, these Bolshevik
reptiles
make the sky no longer exist, make
the sea
no longer exist, make the earth
and the
trees and the grass no longer exist
but
only the crime and the cold stone of grotto;
they
make humans no longer exist except
for you
yourself and your executioner
with his jowl full of flesh, the suffering and the death.
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