Tiresias

The fool night of the man who believed to be invincible

I saw the asphalt- night, amber twilights, red and gray arrows, bombing  mechanisms, light- circles into the sky, squirting laughs in ecstasy- making herb-cones; then a maned ox runs and runs towards nothing, impious smiles, foggy eyes, now that  fire- sphere chariot  flies and burns,  wine- colour cracks touch the sky ad the flames turn the victim into ash, while tall and hostile enemies mumble underground prayers: I saw that, open your mouth Holy Earth, and gulp into sadness the great artist of night plots.