Enueg II

Samuel Beckett 

world world world

and the face grave

cloud against the evening

de moriturus nihil nisi

and the face crumbling shyly

too late to darken the sky

blushing away into the evening

shuddering away like a gaffe

veronica mundi

veronica munda

give us a wipe for the love of Jesus

sweating like Judas

tired of dying

tired of policemen

feet in marmalade