L'Amour et le Crâne

Father, we have given you our spirits, will you not leave us our dignity? Troubling domestic situations hit home hard and my little one is taking it badly. All is not lost, no destitution...just a chance for new beginnings. I wish for their peace and happiness above all else. For everyone who shares my love and my blood. He sat up with me last night while I cried from sheer exhaustion. I won't be phased, but I have to carry my weaker half. I love him and he is perfect. I will be his forever.

The Love and the Skull
Old lamp-base

Love is seated on the skull
Of Humanity,
And on this defiled throne,
With a shameless laugh,

Cheerfully blows round bubbles
That rise in the air,
As if meeting the worlds
At the bottom of the ether.

The frail and luminous globe
Takes a great flight,
Punctures and spits out its skinny soul
Like a golden dream.

I hear the skull in every bubble
Praying and wailing:
—“This savage and ridiculous game,
When will it be finished?

Because that which your cruel mouth
Scatters in the air,
Monstrous assassin, this is my brain,
My blood and my flesh!”

L'Amour et le Crâne
Vieux cul-de-lampe

L'Amour est assis sur le crâne
De l'Humanité,
Et sur ce trône le profane,
Au rire effronté,

Souffle gaiement des bulles rondes
Qui montent dans l'air,
Comme pour rejoindre les mondes
Au fond de l'éther.

Le globe lumineux et frêle
Prend un grand essor,
Crève et crache son âme grêle
Comme un songe d'or.

J'entends le crâne à chaque bulle
Prier et gémir:
— «Ce jeu féroce et ridicule,
Quand doit-il finir?

Car ce que ta bouche cruelle
Eparpille en l'air,
Monstre assassin, c'est ma cervelle,
Mon sang et ma chair!»
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It is wrong to be so stupidly selfish about such stupidly silly things while the nation crumbles and my own life is pierced. But I do. He will always help and protect me, and I will kiss his forehead while he sleeps and hold his hand forever and ever. We are good together. That is all.