Rimbaud's Prayer to The Statue of Vercingetorix
Each of my veins has lips for you.
My brain is beaten by your hands through and through.
My feet are the tenth part of an army.
My spirit burns up from my feet.
My cock spawns maggots and I am a death father.
Had your mouth been a reservoir,
I couldn't have swum in the night.
Your face is carved in stone.
You try to sing, you only moan.
Your flexing fist within my chest.
My dripping cock can't sing the rest.
My throat is a drain filled with hair.
I can't sing, I just stare.