Intimate Verses
From: Pablo Murad <pmur4a@mail.zion>
Subject: Intimate Verses
To: John <john@gmayl.com>
You see? No one came to witness
the dreadful burial of your last illusion.
Only Ingratitude — that panther —
was your inseparable companion.
Get used to the mud that waits for you!
Man, here on this miserable earth,
living among beasts, inevitably feels
the need to become a beast as well.
Take a match. Light your cigarette.
A kiss, my friend, is just the eve of spit;
the hand that strokes you is the same one that stones you.
If anyone still feels pity for your wound,
stone that vile hand that caresses you;
spit into the mouth that kisses you!
Augusto dos Anjos