El jardín

erschienen in Kommunikaze 3, April 2003

In my garden
full of dying poems
A laughter stands
- heavenly, heavy on guard

the walls are so closed
the flowers left to shame on us
“there’s nothing like leaving”
laughter says and walks - away

stay uncruzified
we, doomed to die,
we poems cannot do but cry
caged up to rise

our veins like empty prison cells
there’s no more life
to refresh and besing
no more tragedy
to fly on its wings

in this garden
full of dying poems
three suns bleed through the sky
and hope plays a fanciful theme
celebrating yesterday