The Hole Family: Not a Virus but a Wimp

The Hole Men

son larmier fauve et son nid de sanglots

We are the hole men
We are the stuffed men
Leaning together
Headpiece filled with shit. Alas!
Our dried voices, when
We whisper together
Are loud and meaningless.

Those who have crossed
With direct eyes to our country
Death's kingdom
Remember us - if at all - not only as lost
Violent souls, but
As the hole men.

This is the dead land
This is virus land
Here the stone images
Are raised, here they receive
The whatsapp of a dead man's hand
Under the twinkle of a falling sky.

Is it like this
In our country
Death's kingdom

April is the cruellest month, infecting
Everyone out of the dead land, mixing
Genocide and  profit, killing
My people humble people who expect
Nothing, and crying

Messias - der mich betrog!
War's nicht der Tag,
der aus ihm log,
als er nach USA
werbend zog

O My Father Thou art plucked
burning

I sat upon the shore
Tweeting, with the arid plain behind me
Shall I at least set my lands in order?
tosto che l'anima trade
il corpo suo l'è tolto
da un demonio, che poscia il governa
mentre che'l tempo suo sia volto
Fake news falling down falling down falling down
Le Prince du Fleuve des Pierres aboli

These ruins I have shored against my votes

This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a virus but with a wimp.


Footnote to Hole:

Hole! Hole! Hole! Hole! Hole! Hole! Hole! Hole! Hole! Hole! Hole! Hole! Hole! Hole! Hole!
The world is hole! The soul is hole! The skin is hole! The nose is hole! The tongue and cock and hand and asshole!
Hole the solitudes of skyscrapers and pavements during epidemics! Hole the cafeterias filled with virus! Hole the vast lamb of the middleclass!
Hole my people in the insane asylum! Hole the little cocks of my father and grandfathers! Who digs Brazil FLEES Brazil!
Hole the supernatural extra super brilliant intelligent kindness of my soul!