ITALIAN SPEAKING Our two slaves are entirely at our disposal. Lying down, obedient, they await our orders. Feet in their mouths, to start with, with and without shoes. Their heads crushed, just as one does with slimy worms like them. We crush them under our feet with authority. Tongues out, licking. We walk over their bodies and their faces. We chat as if they didn’t exist, while we trample them with all our weight. Useless microbes, you exist only to serve our whims.