Friday 9 February 2018

Terror by Lucebert

Lucebert [1924-1994]
Terror

finally the empty road
the endless empty road
the empty stones the thousand and one
white steps the split stones
the very long white road
the extremely stony road the extremely
split stones the endless
jog the glass the stones the white
recently dug legs of passers-by
right behind the brushwood
nothing conspicuous behind the hills
deserters are plugged
a general breaks wind
over the road moves a stinking cloud
the corpses find themselves between the white stones
remarkably well hidden
artistically inlayed between the split stones
every split is a surprised eye
and the hundreds the endless empty eyes
are from nobody from nobody are
also the storms of violence
at times they are disguised as closed cars
slowly over the empty white road
but then it is also certain that they will vanish
suddenly in the clear bloodstain right on the horizon

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