In front of the act of barbarity
he looked for no excuse
neither of culture, nor of context,
this had no meaning
neither for him, nor for the others.
He was standing
in front of his
dead, slaughtered, emasculated comrade
immobile in front of the blood
and the reflection of the moon.
The executioners had fled
with their despicable cowardice
in order not to bear the wrath,
only their traces
were sufficient to condemn them.
He kneeled in front of the friend
and replaced his sex
his loose head as well
then he deposited some sand
on his body henceforth in peace.