Nero with his axes
 And piles of skies gurgling
 Behind him
 Diocletian smiles
 And the garlands of meat fall tall
 
 Who made the windmills?
 And who made the whirlpools?
 Who made the crows?
 And who made the stones?
 Who formed the foam
 From Aleph the Father?
 Behind the flowers
 The mother of the cows
 Dreaming of trees
 In the colouring fields
 My face dissolves in folds
 And I disappear