Under the eye of Aldebaran

Death is that beautiful mistress

I possess in the carnal house scent.

and you are nothing but shameful

lovers of the filthy pleasures of life...

 Let fear blossom in your souls .

Sacrifies sanctifies.

Martyrdom  purifies.

Death is my tender consolator .

  On its behalf ,

I still make myself a prophet !

 You creatures of infamous cross

and starnished stars ,

  You,turning like drunken puppets,

exalted prohibition of  your nakedness ,

trouble attraction of the gutter ...

 O magamerica bank first  ! 

    Magnificat !

  Sarah's runt will rediscover 

the good manners of the ghetto .

  Praising its creator in esperanto farts !

Spitting out his curse the poet wanders 

through the ruins ,

 Emperor Tiberius you will return ,iron and fire !

Unsealing the last thought from the temple wall !

   flies lay their eggs  in the belly of history...

Diogene's lantern obscures the darkness .

   The fool from the white house  in his mirror

contemplates the reflection of his carrion...

  That makes the moon smile ...

death is my faithful confident .

  Under the eye of Aldebaran everything continues

even if source of tears has dried up ...

   Only death is right and knows the key .

Moses ,the children of the flock ,share your infamy.

You tell them the magic of a rabbi who will 

bring them happiness  .

  Your green pasture is a parking  

where kids serve as meat for the saurian's meal ..

  You who make love in times of war .

    Memory  of treblinka ,

under the diamond eye of Aldebaran ...