Seisma's Iliacs Poem by Sebastian Priotese

Tombe dans les phantasmes
Comme il
Corbeaux dans
La poubelle,
Torturé par les cendres
De l'amour partagé d'une
Manière étrange.
Au moins...
The ghosts of your iliacs come
With solemn, frozen gargoyle-steps,
Phlegeton's waves on
Greed-smashed shores.
Iliacs with typhoid fever
In flux and reflux,
In cinders over on the abdomen.
Souls perish and go where they wish
But hearts that erupt so cordially
Remain and poison the body,
My adored Pandemonia.
Children knock at my door asking for candy.
I walk towards them like a pumpkin
Too tired and sad to look monstrous.
I give them your canine iliacs.
I kneel by one of them, take his tiny hand
And put in on my forehead:
'Please, take this fever away.'