MEDUSA І
My island is inhabited by stone dummies. Dummies think that what they do is for the good, for the sake of others, that they have the right, that it is all
out of mercy
have mercy
and I will have no mercy.
My island is inhabited by she-et3 metal dummies. Ringing from the outside. Rancid from the inside. Maybe they haven’t completely spoiled yet? Maybe there is still something alive inside? At least inside, because outside they leave behind only “shit”. They trampled our vegetable garden with their boots. They flooded the garden with their bile. They scared the animals with their snarling. They surrounded our coffin, standing like pillars, neither a step to take, nor a rose to plant .
I’ll gnaw on these dummies until I see the sun behind them.
I bare my mouth, I show my
tusk
tusk
tusk
I bare my mouth, I show my
tusk– long, sharp, boar’s. I eat this she-et metal bread. I will till it’s all gone to shit.
3 Ref. to previous note.