Wednesday, December 24, 2014

Song for Lovers Thirsty in Their Drained Beds


Blood—my dear—red blood is quite
Exiguous here in this desert of stones
Where zouaves wander in their ragged
Homeless battalions flanked by a troop
Of cats toting tattered flags and ensigns
Look! here’s the sky that drowned itself
For no good reason O this is all so very
Incomprehensible so indecipherable
Just take another step let's keep walking
One day we will find the root and vine
The most beautiful jungle of madness
We will find footprints there yes it is true
They will sweat blood but we won't beg
For they will have so little to give

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