NEMESIS

 

Nemesis never sleeps from afar

on the parched meadow she looks

like a dog-hearted, diarrheic cow,

and when she comes among people

she incarnates as some actress

or a crazy whore-poetess

who competes with Sappho,

she rarely preaches about death,

humble yet she is also a specimen

of phallic pride with diabetes

and a white chamber pot,

with a geometric, defunct face,

but inside her knives, axes,

and machetes are sharpened

and she is filled with the most

powerful explosive with uranium

and plutonium, she has a boreal

spectrum, in her eyes, gold burns

and the white of the snow is consumed,

her mute mouth tells us that we will

know what we die for and not just

for the sake of death. Therefore,

ye children, come ye, wage ye

earth-shattering wars, perpetrate ye

swampy massacres, commit ye

crimes of peace, crimes of war,

crimes of greed, crimes of madness,

suck ye the blood of the weak,

rob ye them – and so one dies

every moment and Nemesis

notes it down paragraph

after paragraph, she balances

the scales and begins the giant

harvests she scythes down

every beast who fed on crime

and plunder blood flows in waves

until the balance is restored

and everyone has paid their debt

and Nemesis goes then to a literary

circle to read her verses

while the survivors resolve their

contradiction under the sheets.