Ambush

In ambush of the sun’s warmth,
The sky,
Sat upon the sea.
And demanded a factory of vapid steam.
The angels,
Before flight,
In a throng,
Vomited their own sins!
And the gods,
Singing hymns,
Squatted on the fence of weightlessness!
…
The dead carcasses of sin,
The sole inhabitants
Left from the caravan!
Like old whores,
Intertwined,
Licked the hunger of lust!
And the angels,
For the tears,
Flapped their wings!