someone burps debris,
shy plants do not germinate.
All hearts demanded
They breastfeed in some streams of what there is,
accustomed to luxury
They have seen great harvests rain (other people's)
and they had huge barns
of happy rats
With arms close to the body,
with the soul attached to matter
they suck the last sour colostrum
with sclerotic gestures
seriously, yes
maman plasticine gods
while the fire seems far away.
And in truth the entrails burn,
the intentions burn, the high babbles.
Someone had brought the mind to these bodies
now they have discarded it, in favor of the homunculus
Decorated protector of lacking fables.
Someone pooped on the pavement diaper,
the rotten harvest, regurgitated
it distributes fetid swarms of voracious wasps.
meat eats meat
the flesh devours, embryos, open wounds to the high sky,
internal lava cracks burst aortas
and there were no more lights,
This sunset seems inevitable
We won't know what else to expect.
The big tit is drying up
there is a stream and a hole, a hole or two,
and bleeding marred love on the floor.
Gray horizon and nothing.

Some screams there
peeled.