poem_2016

As the smoke grow

my anger and my frustration

turn in to the fragile heart

No longer can I aim the gun at you

I will try to paint my naked body

and danse on the rainy day

Look at the skin rendered white on a moslem’s face

Poussin’s Renard et Armide

Mille six cents vingt cinq

I will say nothing, nothing more

in this tangled world

 

07/12/2016

 

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