François Villon on the Condition of Pity in Our Time

Frères humains qui après nous vivez, Soon they’ll have the speed freak twisting On a scaffold, soon the birds Will come to peck out his eyes, & when He’s too weak & exhausted to turn His head away, they’ll do it, too, They’ll peck his eyes right out. You’ll want to watch it happen, you’ll want To witness it. You’ll want to see Paolo And Francesca almost touch before They’re swept away again, him in one line Waiting for rations, her in another one, Both of  them naked, standing there, Cock & nipples shriveled in the cold. Frères humains qui après nous vivez, N’ayez les cœurs contre nous endurcis.