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...