Wrote a poem: I went to the graveyard
I went to the graveyard
And saw two pigeons
One chased the other
Cannibalism or courtship?
Then I thought of the women
Who have chased me
And whom I've chased
So what are we, really?
We mate on top of the skulls
Of our ancestors
And eat the flesh
Of our infants
And a juggler of balls said,
We are worms
Eating from one end
And shitting from the other
Then I despised my own life
And I said,
Better the unborn
Than the walking dead
Let me return to the dust and mud
Where this golem-clay came from
And let this jar
Return to its potter's caresses