They will grow ass’s ears and stand
like guards at the funerals of their own mothers.

They will forget history as if it were
a bad memory they can live without.

They will become victims of their own crime
for losing their fear of the dark.

They will confuse art with eloquent despair.

They will be devoid of “crazy” leaps and other lives.

They will become famous for their towers.

They will pass eye exams year after year.

They will cease from studying tragedy
and find humor in violence.

They will dress sharply and abuse women.

They will deny their loneliness on the street
and hone their wit.

They will get ahead.

They will have no literature.

They will grow blind to the safety
of the avant garde and high absurd.

They will turn into boards
with infinite splinters.

They wil misprize and misprize.

They will see no connection between
themselves and a hazelnut.

They will destroy the earth with luxuries.

They will recoil with disdain
at “darken with kindness.”

They will take pride in their faithlessness
and win at the table.

They will depend on panels
and laugh at Orpheus.

They will sew lids to their lids
and carry knives to school.

They will lose the mouth
to their terrible hunger.

They will dream unceasingly of cocks crowing.