I have always wanted to murder you irredeemably with
velvet poisonous plums and some
ash on the tip of a spoon to
nourish your peeing hole
[ ]
no need, you told me, to
attack a short piece of meat
vomiting dead yellow matter on
Intoxicated radishes before the rainfalls of late October

Christos Rodoulla Tsiailis

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/6-i-v-a-n-pagonov-mirror-squeezed-by-his-given-name/