The Evergl r owing

manipulating the dead
making fun of shrouds
shrugging their shoulders vainly
blood stains on the bedspread
gore and sickness mainly
disappeared behind the crowds…

walls and agonies and stones…
visions strolling to and fro
in the midst - clandestine painting
centered by the skeleton crow
struggling, beating, numbing, slanting
circled by cross of deadly crones…

fear to cum, fear to breathe…
fear to stay, fear to leave…
angels, scrawny angels yelling,
twisting back of sickly heave
words and phrases, whispering, spelling,
jumping out from silver sheath…

wings of pain and wings of lust
spears of prodigy and erection
sorrow damping, tears withdrawing   
only heaving with protection
rows of courtiers, chatting, bowing
elderly are swung aghast

what to fear? no dead, no damned…
only beggars - city dwellers
panting, glowing, skinned, reviving
hiding down between the pillars
eating, drinking earth and striving
that is what my glance has scanned…

(3 ноября 2000, 16:58)