Observer:
Certain woman or man shutting that
shuts behind any door
peeping and counting numberless donkeys, moneys and TANs
keeping its number forever in brain
- enemies extinguished
-
names blotted out –
get up, my friend
and put out the light …
Friend:
Each day I kindle a light
and light it against all these clouds
that menace to sweep me away.
Amidst the odour of roasting leafes and earth
burning ashes that fly all around –
how wondrous this
surrection of Death!
