How does it hurt to feel your hurts’ hurt hurt
Hark! The sharp echoes of war’s drums alert.
How it hurts to taste your heart’s disconcert
To listen solemnly to your slow beats
The crawling, eerie whines – your restive fleets.
How it hurts to hear your sigh’s discomfort
To detect that imminent wild nighfall
Feel vulnerable to your mood’s thunderstorm
How pieces collapse at the rage windfall.
How it hurts to eye your fortunes desert
To stalk this shadowy killer of your lights
Be in the two fires of flight or fight
Frailly stand on the precipice vacuum
And that orpheus’ gaze of yours that sparks doom.
S.C.P.BIBA
So-called Poetry of Biba 