I want to die torn apart by a lion,
A blond lion with long fangs,
Longer than life, sharper than death,
Whiter than clouds scattered over Bay James.
The lion became human.
I want to die from a bullet,
Hot, penetrating, exploding,
Bang bang, then the end –
Short is the life of an arrow.
The bullet became human.
I want to die kissed by the wind,
Choked in the morning,
Sensing that coolness pushing my breath inward,
Where my eyes look when I think I,
Where the bullet hits,
Where the lion lies.
And the wind became human.
din volumul Poezii gay / Poemes gais / Gay Poems, Mihai Man, Editura Excelsior Art, 2011