A happy boat plows the filthy waters
with the fisherman wrinkling skinned
seeking pikes and big trouts
under the wall of the dead town
to smoke them in the night in the open air
while the neighbors dream for money and pride
or to kill relatives and acquaintances
facilitated by the infernal heat
that transported on the waters a plankton
nutritious and cloying, greedy meal
for many starving little animals.
Some living shapes eat calm
others gnaw their intestines.
Oh eastern ecstatic foreign
who scrutinize defeated empires
go also you to eat and to bed!
These are the days inside the gates
of the dead and burning town.