the sun was running on blocks/ as from a pipe
&the city was a lake of petrol
a shiny latex upholstery

what could be holy in me/ I thought
maybe the last day of my life
especially
that nobody dares to let a bullet in me
I'm empty as an empire after invasion
noise and silence/ engines/ brakes

I saw a red sky/ an agitated mars
ready anytime
to fall flat over our heads