Je ne viens pas ce soir vaincre ton corps,
Ô BÊTE (!)
Only the landscape is changed
They still are ranged along the roads
plagued by legionaires
false windmills and milk-shakespeares
They are the same people
only further from home
on freeways fifty lanes wide
on a concrete continent
spaced with bland billboards.
----- The scene ---
she said
---- shows fewer tumbrils ----
Je fuis, pâle , défait ,
hantê par mon linceul ,
Ayant peur de mourir
lorsque je couche seul.
K.M.
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