Quantum Tuscon Poem by Pierre Rausch

No longer looked towards anything
To mount it like a citadel
The rubbish swept up
That's what the summer nights are good for
The Auvergnat for the Monarchy
The staircase of paving-stones which permitted
It was a funeral duel
That unhappy being who possessed
That's what the summer nights are good for
His mind had just been illuminated
And he was sleeping to much
The sombre social construction
Afterwards, caught in the gearing
For the man in the barricade
And the passer-by fell by
That's what the summer nights are good for
His mind had just been illuminated
And that cart would look
His mind had just been illuminated
And he was sleeping to much