FILTHY NIGHT
The night was cold... Terrible silence!
Near the cemetery there were noises...
A fine rain fell on the asphalt silently
And a strange fear flooded my soul...
My eyes could see black shapes around,
My shadow cried out in terror and I felt
The blood that clotted in the hard veins
Being sucked by outrageous bacteria...
The worms ate me still alive and awake.
It was then that I discovered the crows
That smelling my rotten flesh, they sang...
A funeral melody invaded the dark night
And death froze my rigid body fragrant
By the inorganic putrefaction of the life!
BY Ivan de Oliveira Melo
