IF YOU KILL ME,
I SHALL RETURN AS A PACK

OF BITCHES
OF SHE-WOLVES
OF SISTERS.

—

THE DAY OF MISFORTUNE
FOUND NO END.

THE NIGHT
NEVER BRIGHTENED.

WHAT STAYED WAS THE COLD

FOR DAYS
YEARS
LIVES.

—

WE WILL DEFEND OURSELVES
WITH OUR FISTS
FINGER NAILS
TEETH
VOCAL CHORDS
VAGINAS
UTERUSES
OVARIES.

WE WILL DEFEND OURSELVES WITH TRUTHS
POWERS BESTOWED
BY THE CHANGES OF THE MOON.

WE WILL DEFEND OURSELVES WITH SONGS
IDEAS
THE VOICE.

WITH POEMS
WOVEN
PICTURES
ACTIONS.

WE WILL DEFEND OURSELVES ALL OF US
AND EVERY ONE

WE ARE ALL ONE
AND IF ONE IS MISSING
WE ARE NOT ALL.

WE WILL DEFEND OURSELVES ALL OF US
BEFORE WE ALL FALL
OR ELSE NOT ONE
WILL BE LEFT OF US.

—

DEATH KNOWS NO METAPHORS
IT IS SIMPLE AND CLEAR.

YOU WILL WALK NO FURTHER
YOU’RE STIFF
IN THE MIDST OF THE WHOLE.

THE CLOCK

— MEANWHILE —

KEEPS TICKING.



Translation: David Tushingham