I’ve lived so many deaths
now I fear living
there’s so much ruin
inside and around
no tattoos on breasts hide
the rusty cauldrons
none hear the raging fire
voices multiply
the darkness of earth seems
beyond verbal face
sun is stopped in temples
stones explode in hands
it’s vain to dream a new
picture of the world
the viewless shapes of gods
eternal twilight
it’s no use flying so high
the sky seems shattered
the city is haloed
in saints’ blasphemy
