Canto 136Surrealist Poems - 2 The Crossing of the Moro
Book 16. Part Seven - Pondicherry Circa 1927 – 1947
The Crossing of the Moro
My way is over the Moro river,
Amid projectiles and sad smiles.
Wind bottles in a ghastly jam
5Explode before you can say damn.
But the jam is over and we have passed:
Alas, felicity can never last!
I see an aeroplane on high,
I hear it sob and sigh.
10Fate happier has been yours, my lad,
For you are dead and I am mad.
Kiss not the corpse but shove it in.
Ah let the booby trap be.
There is a moan upon the moving sea.