In the cool waters of the river
we shall have fish that are huge
which shall give the sign of
the end of the world perhaps
because they will make an end of woman
woman who adorns the fields
woman who is the fruit of man.
The flying fish makes an end of searching
because woman is the gold of man
when she sings she ever seems
like the fado-singer’s well-tuned guitar
when she dies, I shall cut off
her hair to deliver me from sin.
Woman’s hair shall be the blanket
over my coffin when another Artist
calls me to Heaven to paint me
woman’s breasts shall be my pillow
woman’s eye shall open up for me the way to heaven
woman’s belly shall give birth to me up there
and woman’s glance shall watch me
as I go up to Heaven.
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