Too much sacrifice of life
In walking a dog
Painted on oil paper
Degenerates unfinished
In fifty five words.

Life takes ash faces
Not as residues of consumption
But as consummated
Libidinal investment.

Poor sacred resistance
Fails to recite the bygone
In forgetful ears.

Deliberate negation,
Renaming of a relation
Do not deceive the
Instinctual.

But it's too late
Before the rebellion
From inside
Conspires to triumph.

And when it does
It blows not only
The monuments and dams,
But the very life.