Dried Lamps

Dried lamps
maladies on a fan painted
fingernails soldered to empty flasks
a painting of ships so covered in seashells
dried lamps
the light has been silenced
on the deserted, mute stage of a dazed theatre
a bird feverishly trembles
and its feathers fall like a tree's branches
the owls are asleep in their delirious beds
there is no more sulphur nor phosphors
no petroleum nor coal 
the snow melts in black water
boulevards permanently kept secret 
cold lamps dried lamps
dried lamps