Pluto

You ,prisoners of a pebble lost in the suburb of the universe,

you invent  gods and alien  cousins  for yourself ,

to forget your destiny doomed to the trash of a black hole .

I am that dwarf to whom you denied the right  

to belong to your insect  community 

but the shadow of the gnomes is getting longer

inordinately under the sun of the giants ...

I am this cold in the blazing seasons of your hopes,

once the fires of  drunkenness and feast  extinguished 

your satisfied and  sleepy bellies ,

lives thrown up on the doormat ,

dressed in your mourning clothes...

I know that I am waiting for sepulchral nuptials...