The city-fathers dragged an official shroud over the body
was a dazzling padlock.
The stench of our corpses
the stench of the corpses of our fathers and brothers wafted from beyond the door
the city-fathers said:
— A generation created
The corpses shrieked: It's a trick, a trick
It's death's profession!
The fish know
the depth of the fishpond equals the length of the cat's claw.
The earth is a cemetery;
is old and stupid and deaf and blind.