“First they slaughtered the angels
Tying their thin white legs with wire cords
And
Opening their silk throats with icy knives
They died fluttering their wings like chickens
And their immortal blood wet the burning earth
We watched from underground
From the gravestones, the crypts
Chewing our bony fingers
And
Shivering in our piss-stained winding sheets
The seraphs and the cherubim are gone
They have eaten them and cracked their bones for marrow
And now they walk to rubbled streets with
Eyes like fire pits”.
“We have collapsed our collapsible bomb shelters
We have folded our folding life rafts
And at the count of twelve
They have all disintegrated into piles of rat shit
Nourishing the growth of poison flowers
And Venus pitcher plants
We huddle underground
Hugging our porous chests with mildewed arms
Listening to the slow blood drop from our severed veins
Lifting the tops of our zippered skulls
To ventilate our brains
They have murdered our angels
They shall murder no more angels”. *
Лежим и встречаем рассвет
Солнце освещает лучами своими
Нас дрожащими пальцами сжимающих дрожащие пальцы просто чтобы отпечатки оставить друг на друге просто чтобы лежать здесь в ночь закутавшись Протуберанцы в небо отправив искать воду и справедливость
Лежать друг на друга не глядя и не видя друг друга
Лежать и встречать рассвет
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