Armageddon

The trail of naked facts in dirty

gilded rings, five to five

jerks, the voice of the withering, setting

by the edges, by the dented edges on the roadside.

The soldier walks clockwise,

rises from his buttocks of appendages

rotten, baked apples

to the rubber chairs of the clay atmosphere.

Goes to the hands, into the arms of the naked woman

The Sibyls She asks with withered hands,

with rotten teeth squeezes air from the outside,

begs for death If you cling to it

claws for the snake's tail,

then he will give oblivion by tearing out his eyes

will deprive them of contemplation, tearing out the tongue,

I will put the wombs of the maids in the hot bench

and minions of Hiti. they are drunk

wrapped, devoid of a direct trajectory

movements follow the soldier who is walking behind

clockwise. Behind them comes the carnival,

whose entrails were opened, revealed

life support algorithms with a scalpel,

revealed falling, falling to

phallic imitators of lake maidens.

They wash their foreheads, lick the wax with their curls.

They climb up to their knees in their water, in thick,

bee water, stand still for a while

the spider will not bite off the head.

Water flows clockwise,

the water runs deeper than the ditch,

washes the blades of daggers. They will pass

through. They will pollute themselves without leaving

not a single clean hair on his head.

Stone chests hang on an ash tree

clouds, falling on predatory enslaved people

in the branch by hawks. Water will reach

the nail that scratches the temple, the water will drain

the roots of tongues are not gentile, bearers.