A painting by Salvador Dali that inspired this poem "Honey is Sweeter than Blood"
Salvador Dali's "Cannibalism in August" a premonition of Spanish Civil War, another inspiration for this poem.
The Curs
Sand beneath its feet
Feet?—it has none as it slithers
Along the ground
O—wondering naught
Of the many things:
Metaphysical thought nor
Physical thought
Separated mouth.
Keeps to itself.
And the statuette of Pallas
Ever watchful of it
The donkey that slithers
Like the snake:
Moving not with its legs
But with the wet body
The fur covered in its blood
Its face cannot see
From the mass of
Flies and ants
The ants of the metaphysical social
And the flies of the physical have-nots
Mongrel dogs
The metaphysical everlasting!
For the physical is being consumed
By that cur! Those Curs!
Surrounding the Donkey hide
Its blood is their meal…
Mongrel Dogs that they are!
Cur to steal from the dead!
O yes… now it is clearer
The dead cannot use it.
They have no need of it—and
Yet—
they still protest…
Let the dead rest? Let the dead rest?
The cur will let them rest
Beyond existence, but they are
—they did—
Exist…
The curs waited
And waited
And … conquered and took
What could not be taken back
The canyon turned inwards
The ants and flies
The metaphysical and the physical
Chaotically break down
And they—are—no—more
The Curs are gone…
The Curs are gone…
The Curs are gone!
Your body, Donkey is gone,
But it is not longer harassed
It is not longer harassed by the Curs…
The mongrel dogs…
Now you are not…
And not you will stay…
The Curs laugh and will be back
They always do come back
Until there is, nothing left to eat but each other
And then, they will no longer coexist
And be not, like the Donkey?
To be not?
