A black blackening
Stirs in the brain of the man.
It is the hatred
He bears for other brain-burdened men
His lips peel back comically
To reveal an impeccable row
Of bristling ships.
Dreadful sounds jam in his mouth
For a moment,
And a shudder runs through the city.
His bones rattle like rusty sabres,
His sockets eat his eyes
As he strikes his political enemy to death.
A bull is loose in the well-arranged streets,
He is knocking over the statues
Of the dead generalissimos,
He is goring the beautiful mannequins,
He is tearing open their dresses,
He is violating their navels.
The streets are now a disarray of fallen hyacinths,
And the man and the bull have
Taken over my city.
Tonight I will mourn ten thousand cats,
I will begin to bury the massacred flags.