- The sun does not please everyone
those who break and destroy little trees
until they gather death’s laughter, they cry that they do not want the sun
the sun does not please
them
too brightly it shines into their
darkness
until they gather death
which explodes and tears apart...
at the boundary of water and fire
on a frying pan of sand
people fry themselves
bound by fashion
the color of fries
for the body
ready
to enter hells
where the sun
pours oil on the fire
and water—so close!