Poésie contemporaine Rudes rêves

The carnival is over
Iron serpentines tumble
And the dust falls again
The bloody masks sprinkle the ground
Shrouds under bombs
The comedians will not get up
Dislocated they make body
With macabre country
In a rain of metal glitter
Caterpillars crush and cover
There will be neither petition nor reminder,
The carnival is over
Rest in scene :
Death and Hatred
And I
In front of the screen
To vomit
    My bile.  




(Ecrit en écoutant la chanson éponyme de Dead can dance "The carnaval is over".)