Angel
Caricatures
The Devil's Evening
The Devil's Evening has decomposed
On my mud brain,
The Devil's Evening has just s 'grab,
Tearing my cheeks.
I gouge out my eyes
Believing I'm gouging out the skies,
I'm too small to reach the sun.
I eat my heart
Believing I'm drinking my sweat,
I slide incessantly along my body.
The evening of the Devil catalyzed
The driving nerves of my luck ,
The evening of the Devil has redesigned
My destiny as a spearhead.
And I suck my blood
Believing I am sucking time,
I am the vulture gorging on my entrails.
I grind my teeth
On a burning rock,
I let myself be cooked on my straw fire.
And I suck my blood
Believing I'm sucking time,
I'm the vulture gorging on my insides.
On my highway
Looking for a snack,
In the box wearing gloves, I met the Lord.
The evening of the Devil has decomposed
On my too soft brain,
The evening of the Devil has just clung
Tearing my cheeks!
[Words: Christian Décamps, Editions Warner-Chappell 1972]

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