SIMON PETTET

INDICTMENT

He snarls at the multiplicity of the world
He dissembles
He wishes to drink up the sea
He has the combined wealth of
ten men, twenty men, a small island.
The devil is in him, il diabolo,
He is possessed, bewitched, zombified,
be careful,
He becomes quarrelsome on bad wine
and cheap mood-stabilizers,
is apt to harm anyone,
throws things around,
compasses, atlases,
refuses truth.
He has planted a dire crop in the barren ground
He is a crippled helmsman.