I collect all these eyes!
They preserve the truthful horror of their death, fixedly.
I reconstruct an act in apparent putrid silence
With blades I purge the truth -
Kept forever in that dead tomb.
Entombed in its own dumb corpse.
Corpses … opened, searched, sutured
Another body waits on the table.
Necropsy … listening to the dead ones
Search for understanding what they say
with their mangled bodies.
Screams of pain echo in the halls.
Talk to me!
Invoking the truth of your organs,
tell me with bile, blood and faeces,
your last contractions.
Vultures of the Humanity… Tailors of the Death.
These bodies are closed
Scarecrows inhabited by the cadaveric maggots that procreate in each orifice.
This silent emptiness that now remains may be
filled by decomposition.
Orbital cavity colonized by worms –
cadaverous fauna.