In the moldy porches
Of the engulfed cities
The last ambulance
Slips into the silence
Alone at last
Jelly like smells
Of sweaty and leprons flesh
Fragrances of yellow fever
Of cyanide and ozone
Alone at last
We are alone
In the wind
Survivors
Dead-virus, terminus
At the base of worn temples
Of dilapidated statues
The river flows its seed
Muddy and sticky
Alone at last
A vaporous silhouette
In the ashy light
Of the dawn twilight
Your tear off your ventricle
Alone at last
We are alone
In the wind
Survivors
Dead-virus, terminus
Omnibus terminus gaudeamus!
Alone at last
On this planet that creaks
In the cold that nips us
Alone at last
You rinse your brain
Caressing my monkey
Metalloid gardens
Overflowed with acid tears
Where the moon in Scorpio
Makes its devils dance
Alone at last
Lovers conquistadors
On the terminator
No more voices on the blink
At the far end of the payphone lines
Alone at last