Lament Of The Sky I
Red shadows against vermillion plains
Broken bodies mangled limbs and eyes staccato
Shadows living and partly living shadows
Drifting in splendour vacuum of green waste
Hands puckering out of faces
Feet cancering out of necks
Three-headed babies with rabbit-babies
Grinning white skull teeth maizecob-compact
At the white satanic face of the sky
Red groans of the silence
In silence
The hoofed-man debris of men
Grotesque tailed egg broken furred in redseadeath:
Pendulous scrotal sacs growing out of human eyes
Out of vultures's heads floating
In the greenplain cannonlaughter
Of rainwashed emptiness
Distorted incarnations
Out of the beleaguered wombs of the earth:
Open vestibules between thighs drawn apart
Latched by booted feet growing out of a woman's breast
A dismembered penis is floating across parted lips
Under the seer batwings of the lethal sky
The power and the glory of centuries
The silence of the sky
Now the giant irokohead of black smoke
Fades with the memory of the dead
Out of the breakages
Sprout leaves of grass
Fresh
Green
Beautyfull!
The sun in goldsea rains at dawn or dusk
Without light and warmth
The bomb-craters are lakes of green
Where fall the shadows
Where float red smell of putrid flesh
Where shine golden stars
Eight-pointed golden stars
In haloed coronets on the head of darkness
White shadows of the red nightmare
Crushed testicles on green grass
The yellow smell of death in the flames of flowers
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