Black and White Reels (II)

In the moonlight

I followed the white dog

as I emptied myself

of pubs, I visited

the graves of my ancestors:

Baudelaire Vallejo Cioran

at dawn

with the shadow

behind me

the church bell bellowed

like a cow

being slaughtered

the fluffy white mutt peed

on the dark side

of the wall

and these staggering ruins

of Europe

I moved into

avoiding any messiah