bruxaria em versos — “Ash, ash —
You poke and stir.
Flesh, bone, there’s nothing there - A cake of soap,
A wedding ring,
A gold filling. Herr God. Herr Lucifer
Beware
Beware. Out of the air
I rise with my red hair
And eat men like air.” “Mexe, mexe —
Um pouco e gira.
Carne…
