Arts for the 21st Century

Enbas La Terre II

The jour ouvert, the mardi gras, the numbing dance that does not end

this careless costume, its sinews drenched in dew

in glitter of sweat, in tatters of flesh will fall away and

like your forebears you’ll philosophise «enbas la terre pas ni plaisir», you

will think to do it here and now. And after all why not?

Don’t say “love” or “truth” – you do not need to

You would admit you search. White aigrettes take phantasmal flight

you chip   chip   chip to sound of pan.  Vaval and ash and feigned regret.