This timid exaltation of elemental matter,
this small bird, humble
relative of a vainglorious creed,
this voiceless pursuer of thermal impetus
fleeing the gnawing, insufferable vacuity of hunger,
the evader of cellular frigidity,
of fettered desire,
she craves her brothers Grakho,
her Gracchus Babeuf:
those who shall soar above the minds of men
unveiling the seed of satiety;
to convey, to the human race,
the radical equality of Pain.
Adamic legions, marching with dressaged callousness
against this lowly bird,
the sorry Adrianople of their souls.