Lorenz

I write

In leaden tears I write 

the twilight of times 

with the turbulent words

sailing on the ink of silence,

holding out the hand

to this hostess of poor drunkenness...

I write in the name of violence 

who seduces the beautiful unknown

with a bouquet of daggers ,

tracing in the flesh a tatoo of dark harvests,

drawing this taboo of tender death ...

I write a dawn at the desolate bedside

of the beloved corpse 

and the graceful ballet of blue flies ...

I write the symphony of the great cemeteries

under the moon where old elephants 

go with dignity ..

And libraries burning to warm 

trembling shadows ..

I write for you sated ministers ,

courtesans ,your breasts withered by your offerings .

Princes , presidents and clever jesters !

I write your requiem ,

Lucifer knocking  at the door 

Mozart thrown into the mass grave 

doctor Goebbels resurrecting ...

I write  for a summer love 

that ended with the lamb 

immolated in oblivion ...

Tomorrow\'s visitors won\'t be coming back,

  they were once ..Upon a drama ...

I write ,abandoning myself 

to the scent of the black rose 

that is about to die ...