THE DEAD MUST HAVE THEIR TIME

I have stayed away from death,

hidden myself among poems

today, for now; it can't last,

the dead grow cold, I must

witness, shout about them

for a while. One poem

after this, one translation,

then the dead must have

their time, and then words

will have the still silence

that I have now forced

upon the deserving dead.

14.07.2024

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