On September 14th, Dante’s Death Day

By Pierre Joris

gone 700 years today
leaving us here, in the
middle kingdom

which was Paradise once
but which we soiled

and are about to
turn into hell, or
at least an Inferno

for h*mo sap sap, the
disappearing species
— if it comes to that —

there’s life
left, there will be
life left

and right
it will move
on, even without us

it will rejoice in us
gone — I can hear the
birds celebrating

the trees too
the air cooling
the sea cooling

it will be the real paradise
the one sans-sapiens,
that arrogant inter-


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