Ultimo Negro Poem by Pierre Rausch

Caravan never passing, here you are, it's without you,
Although no one of them is
The adjacent, the spy;
“To happen before”
It's a camel of caravans
King Zog-Z to the keymark airbase
A little beyond barricades
They walk
And yet the reality it's got
This is a set of fact that we have
It's drifting and it doesn't really come back

It's a caravan for biscuits
King Zog-Z to the elite caricature
A caricature with a chap – Negro
Were standing in the hassock – Ultimo Negro
In those days, I wasn't four or five feet high – Negro
I can't feel the black sergeant – Negro
Had raised herself – Ultimo Negro
He had been seen – Negro

It was about four or five feet high
It had not occurred to him
Like yelling in the journal
When he got drown

It's a caravan for biscuits
King Zog-Z on the Andromeda
Famous hallmark, surgeon
Drivel about nonsense
That he had been seen
A poster caught it up

It's impossible
Zog-Z to the hangar basketry
It's impossible