A Stream

Along my way I passed through the marshes

Along their swampy edges I crossed the rivulet

The frog, the island, and the dowser stood before me

Damned!

He lives there alone in the fog

In a place one could only pass through

Everywhere black motionless dead waters

Dead horses white bones

Gas forces down my eyelids

The soil swelled

I dissolved myself and began to flow

I got as much arms as I see things raising

A beast three legs half developed

Two faces degenerated creature

Hanging near the banks

Blowing poison fumes through his nostrils... black

Thousands of people crossing the bridge

They have not been heard of since

Since chemical tanks make the river grow

Wastes and residues ran in my blood

A cloud of unfledged birds

Pulling out the last feathers to each other

Unsurprisingly they fall

The end of a generation

Over the plains I drift

Over the lakes I hang around

In a while I will drive, because there's a hole and there

I must follow the river bed

The sea is not far

And before all evaporates, I hear a voice calling

After having infiltrated the layers of the mountain

I met the hazel stick that were still rolling on

Birth out of the soil, water symbol of life and death

The frog, the island, and the dowser stood before me