I. The Night Someone speaking up We watch the sky The tilting night You are looking for the dead body of a dog Someone is walking away On that road that he carries under his arm There is a body with spreadeagled arms And under the skin something lighter The edges of the body touching without sticking We have to make one more step to move forward On this line so thin and suspended above space It’s the rope of a scream With which we could hang ourselves It is also this end of the horizon Stitched to the wing of a bird The night falling down We raise a corner of silence And the world starts to move on its fours legs We are afraid to close our eyes for good And to never be able after that To get out of sleep Someone is crying somewhere But I do not hear him To suffer and to leave The walls of the house are too thin They no longer protect us from our pain And something in you has changed So that I do not recognize you anymore We go back On the same trail We find the path that leads to the hill And when we walk by an animal killed by hunters We will have to purposely keep on walking In order not to see inside its black eyes All the useless and brutal violence in the world So specifically human But already the forest surrounds us with its four walls We turn into someone else Without being aware of it At the bend of a path I will carry away my memory with me Like on the very first day When cast away out of the blue I saw slowly falling away For ever Your gaze and your transparent body Down a bloody well * II. The Falling Something is emptier now As the world is surrounded by the night There is nothing we can do There are eager faces hanging over the horizon To watch you float on the sea Yet one never knows where one did come from There is an island drifting not far away There is the silence slowly coming out of a wreck As if it were a small paper animal The hands of men joined We look at each other sleeping down the sea Without daring to ever close your eyes altogether And under the transparent surface It’s another self that appears A disarticulated silhouette A wooden mannequin and a piece of cloth as a head But the dust covers everything And we must resume our journey To this elsewhereness that has disappeared for good Inside in the belly There is an egg showing up And someone gets out of the egg to walk up to you Dragging along a full horizon We hardly dare to float on the sea of metal And these decapitated bodies have become unrecognizable These cut hands held by dogs in their mouths Are left in a pile in a corner The window remained open all that time And we have watched ourselves sleeping And the open eyes could see The night spreading away over the world Bordering the mountains and the sea together Like a shroud ***