There where we are
the Bolshevik cannibals
and the magistrates stuffed
rats are digging a double grave
close by so that the moving
creatures of the slavery
like some dead leaves fit into it
so that they make this poisoned
dust howl. The fear of the power’s
cannibals and of the magistrates
heinous Jewish pit bulls is sinking
down on the sounds of bell
suddenly is floating in the otherworld.
Now the serenity has shut and the pit
is deepening at this hour the slaves
are shining in the night like some fireflies.
In the grove are howling λυκοπουλα
the wolf cubs next to the lacerated body
of the she-wolf.
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