("A kiss is the beginning of cannibalism" - Georges Bataille)
Between carnality and love,
body is bruised.
Cigarette burns, torture wounds, scars
become light pecks, hickeys.
Passionate touches: that's what
The official document says.
It always begins with a kiss -
Our warm lips
on your soft bosom.
Soon we were nibbling,
chewing into you,
we, with all our beaks;
Some had pens, some guns,
some jabbed at you with official orders,
while some were doing their duty.
The feast lasting a century
on History's table.
Leaders, masses, army and police,
Poets, intellectuals and revolutionaries,
all drunk on your blood.
The vultures are passed as flamingos.
The blood as essential crop milk.
Your gorged-on body
is a carcass now.
Who could have thought
it can all start with a kiss, a body,
A law and a land.
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