You do not visit me
The kingdom is overturned
The woman is dead
Her palace burned
Her breasts are nailed
to a bulletin board
In her cunt
a cigar is stored
I can’t believe
I stare and mumble
Beauty in such disarray
Love so humble
O rise up from
the general massacre
Resume her radiant form
and be her
From whispering hearts
gather her cancelled graces
from our corpulence
her crystal spaces
Anxious desire
let her light caress
and music revive
in the creases of her dress
May I serve her
both sides of the grave
If I am not her servant
I will be another’s slave
Glory and glory to her
who gives birth to god
who bends down over
the world’s huge wound
My love my love
initiate her reign
Come back to me
Come back to me again