Events these days made me visit a poem that calls for nihilism, a revolution etc. MYOPIA by Syl Cheney-Coker On rainy mornings you will see them drenched PEASANTS! shivering in their emaciated bones along the boulevard of misery the boulevard of this country are railway trucks in my heart a train of anguish runs on them rage corollary of hunger the rice pad of this country are putrid marshlands in my soul tended by no magic fertilizers mountain if the wind blows tomorrow make a sabre of that wind if skeletons of stillborn promises dry up in the catacombs make me the incendiary bomb if madness we must have let me be the hangman hanging myself hanging them, hanging the day not by its neck not by its belly but by its heart seen in its great betrayal!
Posted on: Tue, 16 Sep 2014 21:20:11 +0000
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