Dresden

by Rudi Matic

I

Final scene. Askew metropoli.
The rain and sylphs of death. The glacier stars,
Pale only. True removal.
What were their supplications,
Imploding in a destiny of insects?
That terror spare them?
The noon of pain,
Mandragora-drunk,
Feed ever elsewhere?
Winter of organisms.

II

Impenitence
Unto this last.
The sirens fail,
All slantings cease,
The ceased or grey to endlessness begin.
A rustle as leaves coalesce. No use.
No end, no use, no salvage. Nothing more.
Folly, the breath of sessile day,
Stretches wide his wings of flame.
Embraces raze the river-grey
Malefic cities,
Onieric swagger
Of nerve and figure,
Ground and desire;
Collective imago
Unearthing the star Wormwood.

III

After true light
We roam the frost
The ashen hawks
Cry as the last
Occured despair,
To falconer come,
Shrivels there.
And then there were none.

Excremental night, welcome.
Welcome to the Machine.