ForestWhere are the flowers that smell
of the warm flesh under the armpits?
In paradise on the victim's burial mound
Those that as a child I lapped
closed my burning eyes
the sun itself on my cropped head
through it was all red lead
ah! I still danced though I had no woman
hilarious toads and astounding pythons
as if my dead returned through them
The BellySlobber within the masks will serve better for this carnival
than grinning on a thousand different notes
But since I have only one face
Over that alone shall I pass my hand.
The flat horizon of this country splits my heart
If I recoil everything bristles suddenly!
I will stay at the gate with the wind in my side
but with tornadoes in my belly