Poésie pour le temps courant / Poetry for Current Times

Suite

Like a murder of glass characters
Tilting their bones and smiling with no lips
They say the world is dead empty and that people are not living
They laugh a lot when one of them proposes to call for wake
And the wine is pouring out of the black stones glasses they have in mind
They started playing the Earth on dices
And then they pushed to Mars
And then they dropped bombs
And they dropped the starving
And then they dropped boredom
And they yarned with their hollow mouths

The call girl she said this is the last word
Of any sentence humanity will make
The structure of language is collapsing
She repeated the last word for a world for ever gone
This is eternal doom and this is eternal fate
The gods are dead for ever she said
There is no way to ever turning back
The bomb is final
The first letter of the alphabet has erased every code
Every attempt to sublime

illustration : Twin Peaks : The Return, LYNCH and FROST, June 25 2017.