The head of Spartacus
or that, more exciting, more modern also, of Actarus.
whether they come from Thrace or Euphor
always haunted my frozen mornings,
my capsized nights.
- much later -
it is by their laughter that I was started the most.
The princes always had an open throat
and amazed eyes
I saw their wings growing
at the same rate as their sexes
who were spread out around me
in my eyes and the clouds.
I flew away too
far from this nest
in the bathroom
small encrusted gravels,
in the shape of happy princes,
in the shape of dark princes.
First published in Poetry Super Highway September 2008
Walter Ruhlmann was born in 1974 in France. He currently lives in Mamoudzou, Mayotte where he works as an English teacher. He has been publishing mgversion2>datura (ex-Mauvaise graine) for fifteen years. Walter is the author of several poetry chapbooks in French and has published poems in various printed and electronic publications world wide. He co-edited and translated poems for the bilingual free verse and form section for the anniversary issue of Magnapoets in January 2011.