having nothing
I invent timelessness
a homeland as substitute
for a gun
so little truth
makes me shiver
in this sand of mortality
where even Karl Marx snarls like a wolf
hunting civilization
once again Beelzebul
patrols the barricaded streets of Jerusalem
flashing iron-clad indignation
I've begun to enjoy
dodging bullets
from the upturned corners of my forgotten lips
drips Armageddon
the face of a villain
yellow around the eyes
as gaunt as
starving children
