Europa

Europa opens weary eyes;
All her pretty cities
Levelled lie
Sweet continent, courage
Don’t cry
The occidental Accident
Concerning Reason’s acts
Of treason, has short
To Hell what Heaven sent
(Centered on playthings
Turning round toys
Our shaman drank duck’s
Blood & drove a Rolls Royce
We entered the circle
A map was described
We recognized Europe!
We broke down & cried)
She cannot call her myths
Her own;
Lupine nipples squirted
Infant Rome
But Reason turned
The Beast to stone
(Stone
When struck, released
A spirit
From a spire spirit sang:
«A vitamin glimpsed
In a mirror might exorcise
Europe’s dilemma»)
Europe let me thank thee
For these —
Minds unravelled travels:
Memories
'twas sweet to picnic
'neath the trees