LES OBSCENITES Poem by André Schmitz
LES OBSCENITES
Obscène le poème non dit, non fait
- le seul à dire, le seul à ne pas faire -
et qui se tait, se terre au fond du corps
comme un foetus mort et déjà pourrissant.
(Et dehors obscène la chatte qui rapporte
le chant d'un oiseau tué entre ses dents.)
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