None speak of the pious in history: Notre Dame conquered by a poète mauldit. Beyond France's gendarmes and butchery Rose my twin-eyed concrete Babel staring Dow...

What horrors we wage In the light of day, Bodies left decaying For the world to see. Conakry, September, two thousand nine. Moïse Dadis, Junta chief, will not ...

Dream into being. Ancestors eternal, Two giants faternal, Wielding stone knives. Upon shapeless bodies, The All-Father's follies, They carve human lives. Sun ...

I've slit the throats Of clergymen and governors. Those bloated swine... May their screams unhinge A thankless crown. O King! See your soldiers Scrape at the a...