Cutting across the food wars
against adamant century
do you think
we will become extinct
in this uncool climate?
The dying windows
do not throw any light.
I fear in dark alone.
The earthworms are nibbling
at history of mankind
wearing the ash of dead rivers.
Between the same words
God disappears
and what is left
is the image of broken violins.
Why don’t you set the birds free
and break the cage
of knowledge?
The searing heat of arguments
will find the golden silence.
