Searching Poem by Pierre Rausch

I'd rather kill myself, than you - ooooho
All times have been watching
All lifelong from morning from evening
When you tore the house down
In the house therefore a single town
Your room there burns the fie-candles
And you're not there to sample
Your gay gowns step into to the front
The flames swing in the dirty hunt
Crinoline, silence the wall, bring chews in overalls
You fell down and with you fell young million
Tor these flags these fled hood (in) these peons
That kills myself than questions your pride, an elegy on them polish tribe
They split up the butterflies dreamcolors what landscapes allied
Out of firewalls and thunderstruck
Struck the wet, stick the linen when we suck