1 At the end of the small hours burgeoning with frail coves the hungry Antilles, the Antilles pitted with smallpox, the Antilles dynamited by alcohol, stranded in the mud of this bay, in the dust of this town sinisterly stranded. 2 At the end of the small hours, the extreme, deceptive desolate eschar on the wound of the waters; the martyrs who do not bear witness; the flowers of blood that fade and scatter in the empty wind like the cries of babbling parrots; an aged life mendaciously smiling, its lips opened by vacated agonies; an aged poverty rotting under the sun, silently; an aged silence bursting with tepid pustules 3 the dreadful inanity of our raison d'??tre. 4 At the end of the small hours, on this very fragile earth thickness exceeded in a humiliating way by its grandiose future-the volcanoes will explode,& the naked water will bear away the ripe sun stains and nothing will be left but a tepid bubbling pecked at by sea birds-the beach of dreams and the insane awakening. 5 At the end of the small hours, this town sprawled-flat, toppled from its common sense, inert, winded under its geometric weight of an eternally renewed cross, indocile to its fate, mute, vexed no matter what, incapable of growing according to the juice of this earth, encumbered, clipped, reduced, in breach of its fauna and flora. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RODGERSON'S DOUG by WILLIAM AITKEN A PRAYER FOR THE NEW YEAR by LAURA F. ARMITAGE PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 94. AL-HADI by EDWIN ARNOLD DEVIL'S GOLD (A HAMPTON LEGEND) by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN SINGING FAITH by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON THE MANCIPLE'S PROLOGUE by GEOFFREY CHAUCER THE GENERAL ECLIPSE by JOHN CLEVELAND |