the women have gone wild
leurs roses de verre envahies par la végétation
& in the brambles bleed his moldy bones
de l’eau pour le sol, Grand Nord
her belladonna of sadness in bloom
nuit d’été collante, détendue d’une vie arrogante
call to death church bells and brimstone
pour la liberté qu’elle appelle, elle aime
like no other man of vermine forestry &
frères timides dans les boiseries
this flag, waving in the wind, burns
Le Théâtre du Siècle
undoing of gold, wedded between hare moons
il y a du bois de chauffage, beaucoup.

the women have gone wild
elles tuent leurs maris

they read
ils veulent

they fall
ils mordent en retour.

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