Amidst the images of death,
death in lowercase
and in overflowing quantity
that closes graveyards
where every spot is taken,
life raises its head,
like a plant among ruins
from the loins,
not knowing
it will always be defeated
by Death, personified
Death with a capital letter,
always victorious Death,
the grim reaper,
but for now
life stands erect,
after and before images of death,
foolish like Sven Dufva,
brave before extinction
and void, having the heart
for the fight
and not the knowledge
that it will fail and fall,
knowing only the call of life
from before consciousness
made us know Death,
the grim reaper, and death
the end of all our struggle.
01.07.2025
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