hang yourself
onto the rainbow
and let you glide
down to the juicy meadow
once grounded
take a deep breath
and feel the knife
in your pocket
do hesitate up to ten
before leaning over the parapet
to see the yawning bridge
root into the lemon grove
searching for that corpse
so many escapes devoured
do not forget you've got
no goal at all
The corpse stands for the dead poet, whose death put an end to his countless efforts to run away from life