my lover is a kingdomless king,
he walks slowly through the voragine of time
his steps are soft like cotton
and above him the Seven Sisters shine;
towers that rise and towers that fall
twin towers on fire, Babel of the Great Might,
my lover drives a dynamite ship
against towers rising in the horizon
and sacrifices himself in the tremendous terrorist disaster
winning and entering the Paradise of me
where I multiform and virgin unfold myself into a thousand
my lover is the Terror of the Occident,
the most extreme Orient in the days of Canicula,
the fury of the enraged Bear defending the hidden honey,
glass and steel shrapnel flying through the air,
in pyroclastic clouds over the terrified city.
my lover fools the aerocontrollers,
takes the pilot's place, kidnaps the steel volatile
and commands it like an arrow direct to the tower,
in feverish fertile rebellious fury.



from my book Undivora (copyrighted)
dedicated to Manutcha <3