Les Hirondelles

beneath the pitiless gaze of things 
we interlock in tight coils 
the outbreak of plague a little while before 
scorched flowers 
beautifully died with blood 
the relics of our yesterday 
a young beast 
quietly waiting 
and then with stealthy footsteps 
imposing its presence more and more 
it disappears when you doubt 

the tiredness of the days of indecision 
has left us stranded 
wrapped in the folds of the rainy season 
it disappears when you doubt 
it disappears when you doubt