The horizon is ablaze,
can you see?
And the crowd is going there for the cremations.
The heat is crowning towards the head,
the flesh is getting dissolved,
the blood and the ash…
Somewhere some red bird is clapping the wings to make a massacre.
Assholes, rotten bastards, painful intestines
spilling out from the garbage of carcasses.
Raped elasticity
and mugged skin,
you tell me where the fuck is the sensible serenity.
The bang, the reservoir, the mutant killers…let them kill,
let the fire be guiding ceremony,
let the blast radiate through the wild…wild eyes.
And when I am done…when I am through with this rock and roll of devastation,
give me a pen…
Give me a sword…
And I will show you how to keep the shits together with the juggling forces.

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Photograph: Ivandan.