I Come From The Inferno Of Work Poem by Nicolae COANDE

The day has passed. There are dogs outside. I could rise
and emerge pale like the light at Dendrah.
I have descended so low if I must write
I come from the inferno of work, and the violent hands
I pull them out of the ground
full of the woman's flesh at her peak.
I come from the earth, along with the earth itself.
I could rise and come out from the heated walls
of the room where I change slowly
like the unripe fruit of a ridiculous science. I am possessed
by a thought and a great expectation.
I know that today, man is nothing but his skin. Eventually,
I will provide answers to the dead.