"PLANETARY TRAUMATIC STRESS DISORDER"

black rotten tulips
and dahlias
drenched in blood

choal-gassed snow
line the most precious
of our avenues

vampire worms
in their gelatinous orgies
squirm in the cranium
of a raped and mutated canine

sour anchovies,  purulent sardines
the mushy pulp of decomposing guava

the chives and shallots green from mold

the broken spine of a toddler clenched
in the maws of a dead wolf

the horizon once shimmered
in violet and gold :
strange dyes and stranger colours
which exist
not more ---
we killed them
we suffocated them
in a great grey blanket of smog

only a sardonic thickness,
a blackness without origin,
without reprieve, without antidote,
propel through the cirrus cloudery

seagulls brood over sterile eggs

birds hide in their small holes

swarms of dead butterflies
drift on the foaming seafront

disoriented turtles move inward
to die on the atoll's dry dunes of salt

sea-birds nest beneath the purulent ribs
of a whale's remnant
washed ashore in stink and mist
unceremoniously

a hundred swans hang lynched from there
to sway in total twilight

the gasses abscond like toxic fire
pillaring towards a nauseous sky

even the scorpions
which crawl amongst the stones
die from the heat

even the viperfish
which swim in the deepest depths
succumb to the pressure

the teeth of a horrible saw
tears through the bough of Yggdrasil

we are doomed as a species
and that is a good thing