the magical land of thirst
imagine desperate zeros;
layer
upon
layer
of absence
suddenly drowned;
rain
thundering upon
this magical land of thirst;
imagine the echo
of laughter
upon this barren
land it came with unrelenting violence
like the night of the imbeciles
with truncheons
and burning
hatred
until
the eyes of Eluard
shed tears
for France
like rain