Les Ruches malades [English translation]

walking by some grey beehives

I look up

to the uninhabited blue of the sky that confines me to earth

even more absent than myself

In this life that I lead

every day is the same

and wasp among wasps

I gave my wings

for the pleasure of idiotic queens

The night and its cold lights

changed the ill beehive

into a beautiful glass castle

In the early morning

the sun unveils obscene wounds

of these sprawling megacities

whose poison and stench

suffocate and rape the souls

than they keep within them