from the gloomy skies, thousands of birds are crashing down, swallowed up by glowing fires up to entrails. without any guide, sightless in flight, struck, snapped up and crushed, harshness screaming, breakings and knocked spirals. hearts are bleeding, feathers are crackling
gaping orbits, devoid of consumed eyes are filling up, with last red tears which are clotting one by one on the sterile ground ... from the crash of skulls, few pale fragments carried by a wave, are rising; earth is darkened by a mud on which the trees will live again...
atrocity has its own ground: ultimate silt final feeding