Iohannes, you must save yourself
From the smoldering curse creeping up on you
For years since you turn away from the old
You’ve gone up and down roads on a fixed gear
Roses have morphed into colchicums
And everything has been hollered about you
In an increasingly vast public place
You need to wake up before daylight
Iohannes, it is pitch black in the park but
Things are happening with great violence
Of all the words the ravenous bird carried
There was none you could not bear
I think you got mixed up early on
And mistook light for fire : Iohannes,
You are burning alive in this embrace.
Frédéric Benqué 