This city -
all can happen in Beirut
cannot even count let alone measure
the multitude of sects
the new race
fixed noses and breasts.
I have seen the yellow flags
celebrating dead men relased from jewish prisons
how diplomats live
how decadence cuns
every cunt in this city of noise.
In Southlibanon one can travel -
you can go: no problem.
And I have read Zarathustra and Bataille.
And I have seen the Movie: Japon.
I am far from going to the suicide-mountain
but I have the feeling of having done with most.
I have read the poem
Part never joined the Hizbollah
with Age from New Zealand
calling violence a saint from
This is it my friend -
the end is a master from racist Beirut
where fremmedarbejdere does the dirty laundry.
Is it so
that I can now
write the forest just as forest
no loss there -
but the noise here.
Always the bullet will take the house
build the house anew.