A spirit rose from the earth
Slowly leaving...
Their candle-flame lonely, and so needing
Like dust in the night the
prayers rise
Under the sick image of Christ
They talk to the nothingness
Old wounds were never mended
Something drops from
the (autumn) leaves
Again it rains:
In a dry corner, salvation again declines
Sleep like a skull in the hard ground
Nothing
for ears nothing for eyes
Without a shadow, waiting for nothing
The dark room, the moist tenement (of earth)
The cold kiss of
release, great light
He was never man enough
In a world of cruel faces
He discovered that he was never man enough
He
discovered nothing
Far above and beyond...
All in the name of god
The eyes refused to look ahead...