we should collect the key rings from all the cemeteries and
throw them into the troubled eye of the older crocodile.

or free the stars imprisoned in the puddles
then unfurling them in the clear morning to the confusion of the specters.

or make short forays to the moon with big bang words
thus driving away the astronauts, cursed invaders of chimeras.

or collect the most fearsome nightmares of those who sleep rough and plant them between the silk sheets of promise makers.

or scare away the eagle that devours his entrails day by day
and make bonfires that drive away famines
with the glow of the guts of the Prometheus father.