Cyburan

Once more she recovered herself

And thrust up her clenched hands in frenzy

Imaginations are clogged with other people’s outputs

You also will be men; it will not belong

If at rare moments you stop smelling sulphur

It’s because you have begun smelling gas

Out of the bowels of the earth like a snake

Put sleep as black as beauty

In the secret of my belly

He had dropped his arm

And stood with his hands against his thighs

Like a statue