• 24 Mai 2019

    O jantar está pronto

    Wandering in the chaos the battle has left
    We climb up the mountain of human flesh
    To a plateau of green grass, and green trees full of life
    A young figure sits still by a pool
    He’s been stamped “Human Bacon” by some butchery tool
    He is you
    Social Security took care of this lad
    We watch in reverence, as Narcissus is turned to a flower


    A flower?

    esta flor cresceu à minha porta