Under a loop of stars in the vulgar cold
The dead airport lay
By the pebbles of the highway
Through the snail clouds
You soared to your lover
I hurried away my darling
With a howl in my throat.Hiding inside the weeds
In the orange grove,
The black rooster crowed
Through the hollow of the midnight.
With my shot blood,
With stains on my fingers,
I run with the damned, my darling:
They have taught me to laugh.
