There is filth and filth.
There is filth that water can wash away
There is filth that fire can scarcely touch
Poisonous filth of a text
On a pristine page:
Slime and rotten puss
On a pure white sheet.
On virgin paper now ruined.
Bearing symbols of Shame, of sin.
Shamelessness and deadly poison
The worst vice… And it will die happy
The white page which was violated
In the flame of the Bonfire.
Nothing will remain of it but a spot of ashes
Testimony of the drama.
11/11/79.
Translated by Lenora Timm
