Poezja

Nothing helps.
The colossus has failed.
A naked fakir-
walks in dark moaning.
 
You ride a torpedo
to kill the gossips.It
misfires.All around
us is deep water.
 
An avalanche buries
the camp.You will not
climb the peak now.
 
The goddess is stripped
and alighted from
the rock.Let us pray
for the wildfire.
 
The sparks become the tears.