Strangely

In blood sport 
you forget to die, disintegrating 
though, cell by cell. 

What an ambience�"� 
of human nature? 
You drag the carcass�"� 

of mutations whole life. 
Now, selling the virginity 
for charity? 

You build a castle�"� 
of mud bricks as a tribute 
to undying love�"� 

for the poverty 
of the saint, who had jumped 
into the river.