The hyenas and
The vultures that came
To see me off.
I sleep
As they nibble at me with affection,
As they look at me
With a queer pleasure.
I sleep on.
Sleep so deep that
I can almost touch the lips of death
With mine. Did I?
I wake up
At the dawn of a strange new birth,
Where men women and
Hyenas offer prayers to you.
The thin yellow air
Is filled with
The inviting aroma of
Rotten corpses.
A Utopia
Where every single soul is
Very raped and very satisfied.
I drink
With the new people of the new birth.
Is it blood?
We drink merrily
And sing in thy praise.
I knew
I’d find you here
Among these
Men, women and hyenas
« return.