Theme: Creation

Dance Nocturne

August night is a hellhole, hot as the day and
wind that blows comes from a fiery furnace.
Open windows in dark interior primal cry of
lovemaking, sounds like hate, and wrestling
sweaty, wriggling bodies produce a child that
soon will die, but first it has to go to the same
sick ritual as its parents, what we call love, but
is a primitive urge, copulation the planting of
a seedling before sinking back underground,
spent forgotten; in a mass graves of boredom,
decorated with wreaths that radiate the smell
of deaths to come. The Tasmanian tiger howls
to the moon, vanishes forever into an ancient
forest, but man dance and fuck the night away.
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More By  :  Jan Oscar Hansen

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