Brother Grone

the rivers have overflown their banks
that hold our thoughts
corpse litter the shores
lies upon lies
like gravels under my bare feet
when I watch the sun die

we should burn them

Who would light the torch?
Who would urinate or pour
gasoline on the face of his son?
It is all within us
The mysterious truth, the dread
gaze calmly ahead
Towards the world diverged
Times upon times
Who are we among the two
Evening and morning
of existence expended


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