Where the Devil is sweating
in the kingdom of the closed
mountains the wings of a cherub
are flapping over the trembling
orchids the resurrected refugee god
is preaching about the new order
the degenerate man in front of the desert
where the children began reading porn
novels next to undressed Scheherazade.
Her aroma is barely sensed in the light
summer breeze, she’s smiling with wide
open breasts and with her fine hand
between her thighs ears of wheat
and herbs from all over the world are
tickling her and the god is laughing happily.
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