Poetry

There was an unease in the flock 
of lovebirds. The lynx was on 
calling again every night. 
 
An execution on a wheel 
was a better choice 
than to die without speed of kill. 
 
Cannibalism becomes alive 
when you start eating live- 
words without shedding a dropp of blood. 
 
What was the urgency to invite 
Ginsberg on paper? The ink 
was still superstitious. 
 
It was invisible. 
The destruction of an impregnable. 
When the moon explodes, where will you go?