Le génie du mal

Hoary eyes blossom knowing tears,
horns of the Jew and the forbidden
race. Your soft wings of darkness
and human face, why have you freed
us so? Our hearts with darkness
and lame hatred sowed, pomme de terre
of wickedness low, unchained daggers
of nails shown. As Hermes has lost
his cock and his limb, your intent
so malposed from heartless whims.
The genius has realized himself,
that fallen angel, all his devices
torn and thrown below, a cracked
crown from burial or intent, devious
sadness that all may in one total
mirror-less reflection ever impend,
to be sated, cock found and chains
ended, as Prometheus’ flame and
folly brought us to light, that
sad devil chained self-awakened spite.


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