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a new way of looking at... writings >> jacque coulardeau >> sun, sand, and strife |
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sun, sand, and strife Beaming cumbersome down from ahigh the burdensome fire of the sun - Is it really the sun ? Is it only sunshine ? - Crushes children, boys and girls akimbo on an abyss, veiled or face-naked aglow with tears Pawns on the board of grownups grown sour, adulterant adults incestuously raping virginal bodies Small feet, short legs, aimless frightful scampering from grotesque shelter to orphanesque haven Eviscerated by explosive darts Sand to sand The sand of carnal dust dispersed into the sand of a desertic dust-devil Shiny sand sunbathed sunburned and sprinkled with the vapid fumes of vaporized flesh Oh ! mirage that is no illusion At one second a child One second later powder scattered in the dustbowl of a neverending dune To be born - a miracle - from malnourished thirsty dismayed parents To survive infancy - a breathtaking marvel - through lack of food, dirty scarce water, ripe rotten - always - fear To discriminate the alpha from its neighbor the beta no longer on the agenetic agenda Let alone the omega of John's apocalyptic syllabus The rebirth of the end turned into a doomed unredeeming jinx foredooming a cataclysmic end from the very start The dragon descending from the sky in a deluge of incinerating embers The pregnant woman with no refuge, not even for a breathing flash of rest The seven trumpets clanging in disharmonious pandemonium The seven angels mutated into the paraphernalia of a hopeless stream of shizophrenic consciousness The new Jerusalem crumbled like Jericho, scorched like Sodom, smouldered like Gomorrah The Beast from afar has landed in our paranoid backyard The Memnoch of our memory has disintegrated all perspectives The Mephisto or our childish terror has transubstantiated into The new ruler that no one can dismiss nor relegate to our nightmares From oil for food To a life for a tooth A graveyard for an eye A lumbersome beam poking out blindingly |