Chopin Prelude In E Minor

I have seen
those two women
with notes wrapped around
their throats.

A tear dies for them.
A man dies for them.
A child dies for them.

But life,
with an open mouth,
follows them.
Over bridges of excrement.
Through laurels of brief love.
Around shadows without souls.
Under arches of used sand.

Those two women,
of iron and clay.

Those two women!
I die for them!

The workers look at you
with their cold eyes of fog.
They put bandages on their mouths
to cover their suffering.

I want to hear the laments,
clear and loud.
I want to pray a dream
to kill the turtle
that knows the lyrics
of forbidden walls.