116 THE NAZIS

Fractured foundation Cordoned off Wishes Of empires and sanhedrin I must have been shipwrecked And for that great cleft The song of the crickets would have my voice On the scabs left dusty From the hangar of a Roman colosseum The lookouts awake forever In the groove pierced by the light A cotyledon pushed aside by a horn Smite the rainbow in the distance A grouse still working Another who has to spy on him forever They must have risen to see me sprout green Between my vitelline wound The fire put out by the ash Due to stay between my shredders Vibrating in the mud of the night Brought from the swamp of the saurians On their land In my hour to proclaim The tentacles groping their apparatus of di manage Ravaging Satan's home so much On the same table as Vulcan The terrified impious women burn the paintings of Cranach, van Gogh, Goya, Rembrandt, Rubens, Tiziano and Velázquez ... Marked with his swastika and his right and left movement The longings of Bohemia and Moravia and that verbecent Prague Saurian bedspread

With compromises, fascism and carelessness cover Europe With the gypsy dresses, with their open sex, with Lenin's torn books, and the tora, with the cassocks of the resistances plus with the papal blessing From the hangar of resistance from the fiber of bravery I. ..My eternal to strike the chains with my stone.