I've translated the title "Le Grand Combat" of Henri Michaux as close as possible, but the text itself is untranslatable, using words not significant in French itself, significant only through its musicality.
Something like poems of Jim Morrison but even more surrealist...
This poem describe what you see:
a terrible struggle between two "creatures" with one's final advantage.
This one digging the belly of the looser...
Yes, something between Morrison and Tarantino, if you see ...
To speak about the piece itself, it's hawthorn guzzled by the worms, the winner is a shell-splinter of W W I.
Comments welcome
Friendly, Lionel.