th

enuma elish-
the worms were dissolving time
in the quaint morning haze
I was washing my hands from the decaying core
and was cursing
night after night
the innocent sphere

in a burning and limited womb
I found shelter for myself
in your miserable sheets
where you promised me-th
millions of cildren

white blood and a god’s saliva
between your thighs
primitively built
I will be able to write cuneiforms
incalculably many and only
about my insanity

and it will be only when I kiss you
too many times meaninglessly
hopelessly – that I will understand
the misery of loneliness

for too many times have I chopped
inside of you
the earth and the sky
something immense
just like a bruised seducing retina
enuma elish-

skulls and yellow wombs
torn apart, huge, screwed on eyes
my lovers kissing each other deafeningly
and you – th sorrow,
endless sorrow, absurd sorrow

I remember the uranium pulsing in the artery
bliss and horror
pieces of memory tattooed in cuneiforms
between two heart – beats

endless spaces, lazy, fragranced
and time – unable to die in a cathedral
the living brain – cells of destruction
claustrophobic, impersonal
aborted on the steps

enuma elish you must breathe
through the bones of a river
this prayer
descends
in euthanasia
even if like this – unborn

the gods take off their shoes
in an infant’s soul
their feet trample
enuma elish – silence alone you can hear.