They stripped the other of his clothes,
they loved each other sliding in the humus
thirsty for meat
ancestral roots of poachers,
In the purple eye the blood hit
the door that you barely sense
a couple of mortals, lazy, happy,
They stripped the other of his skin,
they skinned each other, they kissed each other's livers
and the colon, swallowed the greenish silicon of
the kidneys, they bit their hips and
They searched the eye sockets, phalanges,
nails. They left on the Trojan sand
a mound of skin, hair, bones,
a couple of tongues, bras, t-shirts
that smelled of pork, of lard, together
They gave birth to the great horse,
to offer to the days and nights,
together they crossed the wall,
together they set fire to the wood,
Together they mourned the ashes.