Poésie
THE STONED / les défoncés
I am a light
For those who were heroes
Right from the start
And burned their swift doom
To fall in a stoned bar
Robed in decay
I am the dreamt womb
In their twilight
I am a shelter
When Cold comes down
Dirty hairs & trembling clothes
Ring at my door
They come & eat
They come & drink
Addicted poets
Who shot in a stoned street
Their transient power
I am a mum
At their deathdawn
They give a phonecall
For methadone
In their lost nights
I go to the pharmacy
& I cross the city
With pills and whiskey
They drink my whiskey
& they give me
Between two crying fits
The gold of Life
Edith Morning
2001