The Arts-Muse Fair

            A BALLAD FOR NAREHET There was a time Sweet, sweat time Water turning into wine Spring aborting life Tame and shy There was a time of a shadow and a cross hanging across the road on a bed of nails And so Sybil said: "EineWahrheit, ein Land, einGott!" and we died like dogs "Beautiful dogs!" trying to understand and stand under the regime of middle-aged Gods while nervously sucking rotten milk from Madonna's breasts When we took the sandy path the swarm was beyond Caronte flowing into the heart of darkness into the inferno like a muddy river of sperm mixing with the salty Mediterraneo Among oil stains and fish we swam ON THE OTHER SIDE OF TRAIN TRACKS In the beginning was the Word That ripped the silence with violence; My beginning is screaming with my end Echoed among crossroads of alleys The shades of me Lie in fragments and await Like an agonizing patie

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