Deserere

Over reactor's hiss,
in some icy sea,
words accentuate in staccato
orchestral movements in crescendo.

It's all distant now
from barren landscape,
and stillborn desert.

I am the lone wanderer.
Stumble fall and lie.
The clay of this any shore
delights my cuticles.
God damn the content.

Hold tight
Hold on
Hold on.


A flour beetle passes.
"Take care,"
I think,
"and drink up,
while you can.
Tenebrios, 
habréis tenido todo,
just like me."