All the lost poems

All the lost poems
All the lost tongues
All the lost moments
                to cease the chance to be honest

All the last moments__
               dedicate those to deathdrive,
the irresistable force of the deathdrive
        still there
             after the symbolic murder
                                       of an intelectual

All the lost poems
             are missed
All the lost poems
             are found
                      in places of irreconstractable memories
                             of purely perverted youth

All your lost poems
                     will go
[...all your lost poems..]
                     and stay
at the farside of some spiked vastlands
        that is the shelter  of 25 mindless
                                            minuits of a schoolbreak

All the lost poems -
                   forget,
All the spiked vastlands
                   shall metephoricly burn.
To greet memories of youth cannot call,
           the irresistable deathdrive prevails