Sphinx of the Naxians, Delphi, Museum
all these plastic micro fucking
all these plastic micro fucking
particles
clotting, forming
tumours in my brain,
so hot, no
rain
the atmosphere filled
with death
and fumes,
the
deserti-fuck-ation of
cities,
farmland , forest
and lakes,
people will take
a fucking
vacation in tropical
rain forests
and leave there
their
garbage, shampoo, bottles,
plastic
bags, piss, perfume, their smell,
condoms,
hiv, diarrhoea of shit
and of
words and things and then
when all is
destroyed, the animals
will creep
out of the trees
tired and
hungry, they will
enter the
villages, eat the
children
first, then the old
and when they
will have eaten
all they’ll
cross the Mexican border
and enter
the States where
people dry
as dried raisins
will gather
in washing saloons
to pray to
God in the tap,
the light
of terror will burst
out from
their eyes and
they all
have guns but
their
rights will be useless,
their guts
will open and the
animals
will devour their
tasteless
flesh, and then hungry
they will attack
the cinemas,
the
suburbs, Hollywood, Las Vegas,
the fridges
and the goldfishes,
the pools
of the rich, the famous
hiding
under their beds,
slowly
killed by grasshoppers, by ants,
cocooned by
countless spiders
and when
all is done, this God
who is so
madly wise will teach
them to digest
plastic and
cars, engine oil and fuel
and he will
plant new codes
in plants
and guts and the
birds and
the few bees
who were
crazy enough to live
will spread
them across
the world,
the birds above
the cities,
China in flames
and
pestilences all over
London,
Berlin, Paris, fires
and people
writhing
with fevers
and blisters
of death
opening on them,
maggots
crawling in their
flesh and
skin, and then this
God, so
madly wise, will
kill them
all with floods
and a comet
crashing into
the earth,
centuries of smoke
and sunless
dark, then it
will be
finally cold.
and still,
the last human
freezing
into a statue
will accuse
this God:
but he was
that God, we were.
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