The burial
don’t speak of the stars.
don’t sing of the night.
don’t let a man hold his precious bird in between his arms.
don’t let the sun sink in the sea.
don’t let the tree become fruitful.
don’t let her comb her long hair.
let the light come in!
let the light tear apart the existence!
and take me! burn me! bury me!
the sun kissed her hair, and it was all a moment.
a fragile leaf fell on his chest, and he sank in the ocean.
the dreams woven undone because they raped the fates.
a surreal cloud hides an even more surreal grave.
a child is sitting near the grass and sings blessings.
and dust is covering its hands.
reincarnation performed in haste, they switched the bodies.
and they got laid within a demon again.
a hand is tapping, murmuring the same old tune.
the holy burial of the seed, the burial.
and with a fist full of broken promises, the earth is fed.
