English
Fear the full moon Get yourselves home early and make sure the front door’s locked Pray and sleep with your baptismal cross round your neck. Because outside every full moon poets are on the prowl veritable werewolves. Ripping apart the morals of the innocent. Thirsting for the blood of the unsuspecting. Howling for Ancient Water which some time will come and inundate you. Fear the full moon.
At the corners lurk dangerous dreams.
From the Warm Full Moon collection Translated by James Lilley