Wednesday, 11 May 2016

IMPERIUM

There´s a man waiting outside for you,
I´ve already heard; in the light and heat
And rain. Smoke and day.

No, nothing. Why do you say that again?
War is always in the background; a substitute
Word. Later on you can perhaps imagine

The gradual obliteration of well-made
Roads; the political agent leaning out
Of the window of the northern port

Towards the common world;
La force publique burning noble
Works, still, in the night´s edge.

Really, a more imperial caprice
You can hardly imagine.