Selfies in Aleppo

"On a ruinous wall I came upon a poster dating from the previous year and announcing that ‘six handsome bulls’ would be killed in the area on such and such a date. How forlorn its faded colors looked. Where were the handsome bulls and the handsome bull-fighters now? It appeared that even in Barcelona there were hardly any bullfights nowadays – for some reason all the best matadors were Fascists."

For behold

Forsaken from thee

Flowered bloom

A chance yet to be

For the beast

Made from the same stone

Filthy boots for lick

I’m a jealous man

Shall we beg

For the leap of faith

Is the razor blade

Formed to lines

‘The worn livery

Choose a night-mare

Sip from the bleed

Jealous God

Commander and chief

For the policeman and his property

Shall we pay

For the air to breath

All apologies

Shall we beg

Down on our knees

7 letters written of seven sins 3 beasts:

The dragon the worm and

The pit

Seven candles burn seven mountain tops

Kissed by the great whore of Babylon

Six handsome bulls

Shall we beg

For the leap of faith

Is the razor blade

Shall we lay down, play dead

Down on our knees

Leap of faith

Is the razor blade

Down on our knees

7 letters written of seven sins 3 beasts:

The dragon the worm and

The pit

Seven candles burn seven mountain tops

Kissed by the great whore of Babylon

Six handsome bulls