Hancoh steps into the Mediterranean with a hundred arrows striking near his heart. His beard torn by scaly, Catholic hands. He invited the ocean to seep inside his wounds and drag him into the depths the rest with the conch shells. He laughed at the savage Spaniards and cursed each one of them: Go ahead and drown in Visigoth blood Rodolfo, get smothered under sweaty breasts until you suffocate Hilda, I hope little Antonio and Linda are kidnapped and sold to the Berbers.
Luis steps into the Mediterranean with a hundred fascist soldiers aiming their guns for his heart. His pages torn by greasy, German hands. He invites the ocean to sweep him into the current as his body takes in bullets. He called them Nazis and read to them the works of Sterner and Marx until they vomited. Let the great powers drown in their own spit and flatulence. Every nation will melt in it’s gas chamber. Every woman and men will screw until they grow sick of each other.
Hanoch and Luis say every human will melt.