the noise gurgling into the eardrum
like only a patriotic poem
declaimed by a Korean child
in honour of the great, marvelous, eternal one
could aglutinantly torture the brains

and then the plasm tongue sunset
licking the landscape distorted by heat
the dizziness of the soldiers put to work
the drunken workers happy that the work day
has once again passed with no incidents

and the calm core of the city
like one of Dali’s paintings

can you feel the silence running through
the warm veins
of the boulevard?