The fifteen of the fifteen

Came the day
then night then day then night
spiritless pit of love and vertigo
the cones and rods of Vision
in the melodious welcome
of what waters us
Cyclopede and company
in step with life.      
 
For a word for a whole
death was allowed
as common currency
even joined to the moon
under the plume of smoke
that spat out in dry jerks
the troublemakers of the steel industry
with an air of course.      
 
Les cloques et claques   
des sabots de bois bouchonnés de paille   
arguaient de la neige à déblayer   
aux portes de l'étable   
pour que passage des bovins   
puisse se faire au cas où   
le tombereau sortirait   
chargé d'effluves nocturnes.      
 
There had to appear in the Being
and court bouillon in the hearth
when on the floor with disjointed slats
the father standing still
the cigarette at the corner of the lips
caused the passage of angels
auspicious silence
to the snapping of the knocks of the clock.      
 
Victor s'appelait Jean-Baptiste   
du côté de Verdun   
il s'était couché dans la boue   
le visage maculé les yeux grands ouverts   
sous le ciel bas et lourd   
ponctué par la mitraille   
œuvrant à qui mieux mieux   
dans les boyaux de la tranchée.      
 
On the fifteenth of the fifteenth
there are flowers
that a De Profundis by the way
couldn't say the same
the wind blowing under the attic door
such a faience bird chirping madly
in these times of misery
in these times of return to war.      
 
 
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