Unreal Cinema 1 - Die Form

From the gloomy skies, thousands of birds

Are crashing down, swallowed up by glowing

Fires up to entrails.

without any guide

Sightless in flight, struck, snapped up

And crushed, harshness screaming

Breakings and knocked spirals

Hearts are bleeding, feathers are crackling

Gaping orbits, devoid of consumed eyes

Are filling up, with last red tears

Which are clotting one by one on the sterile

Ground … from the crash of skulls, few

Pale fragments carried by a wave, are rising;

Earth is darkened by a mud on which the trees

Will live again…

Atrocity has its own ground: ultimate silt final feeding