where the writers are
A „Banquet” with Plato

We shall taste from

the esculent happiness  deeply roasted

on the crunchy starvation of the scientific discoveries

 

the bliss will give

 

her much expected passing away we shall nail

in gold the tanned

skin of the Primordial Divine Plan

 

throughout the Equator line

redeemed by the apocryphal

fear we shall back off

 

from the ordeal of a incoherent God directly

 

into hypermarkets

lavishing with unalterable supplies

we shall exaggerate

insufficiently in nothing but two palliating cirkum-

stances:

 

from hunger

and the ecological beliefs