to another, extinguishing
the mountains, extinguishing
the darkness that prays
like a witch in the pits,
and pulling the ghosts
out of the lonely houses
by the hair, look at me,
how agile, what a robust
tuberculosis, what a scythe
in your name! sick transit,
agent of the scum,
i am cheerful as i
sometimes am, and i
give you my hand on fire.
from all parts of my body
comes this joy,
and i go and we go to
my mouth, in time to
be swept away.
what do you want me
to do to keep from laughing.
THE LONELY WHITE WOLF 