we feel its presence
not high up
but on a holy night
in the rustling pebbles under our feet

the hymn sadness
depleting happiness
sounds of muffled bells
like when we’re drunk

in a cursed chamber
rhymes of a traditional poet
dreary and sad
nauseating

in the night
our soul rest
enters a water fountain
the moment we celebrate the farewell of peace
peace as a running stream
makes you weep since it’s
rather deep
rather us
rather apart
rather aching…

oh then we’ll have to learn how to endure
what human beings must endure
endure endure and endure
before it’s no longer possible to endure it
since we’re dead
.
peace! peace!
one day there shall be peace
how many will hold their breath praying
the corpses raising their voice in a hymn

until they abandon their country…