In your bloated sky 
joy is hanged in headless laughter
smeared with blood and vinegar 

light and labyrinths of grey
trade AdamEve-Serpent blames, unending

Abel's blood cries from muffled ghettos
as Cain dances with joy 
of impossible treasures. 
Asking for darkness, rain comes 
with a babel, songs of steel

hope dissolves as basin of salt 
in judgment of ravenous rush

broken earth, 
bones
broken teeth, 
vacancy of sweetness,
heaps of horrors 

bitterness of pleasures,
treasures.
I live.