Ordinary Men and Women
brave man in the upper part of light
as far as it is known a passenger from the season
of the dinosaurs to the future ones
a failed experiment of equipping monkeys
with algebra and a certain modest dullness a very discreet charm
essential elements in looking for your secret
like a seamstress who searches in her little boxes
and cannot really find anything among her scattered objects
because man begins in the eyes
and ends there where jumping from one floe to another
eventually there is nothing other than water
of the ocean of what is known forever
(it still smells of the beasts leaving)
an abandoned car is your metaphor
a building with lights turned off our species may soon be over
in these gray soldiers of the night
whipped by all delinquents and criminals
that today are raising the invisible and so present
lance of the clan chief the virtual crown of bones
that rests on the sword of power they too
ordinary men and women but like shamans
able to invoke all the spirits of fear
every time when necessary such an effective meeting
always has lucrative results
oh you pragmatists assassins thieves and frauds
heirs of the first who smiled secretly
after getting the forecast of an eclipse right
the mammoth’s migration the flooding of the river nile
lords of the ordinary man and woman
their most appreciated and eternal possessions
with the tenderness of a nazi
and the sincerity of a liar
I asked and they who learn the language of fear told me
they are ready to migrate like desperate thoughts
always willing to consider the origin of their birth
the sum of many heaps of skulls death’s official coin
shame’s small change
during the first frost of the year appearing like rain
a stern goddess sets fire to our homes and only fear is audible
men bow their heads when she arrives