The Time of Death

The Time of Death


In a knapsack of bitter life


Brought the message of unity from rivers

And the message of separation

From winds as a gift ;

In the boundless glorious expanse of thought,

Upon my lofty peak of heart

A lifetime

I sat alone wit myself


In blood.

In fire ,

I learned

The big secret of existence,

I learned how to die,

I learned

To record

the time of my life's death with my own hand .

Alas , O ancient listener!

In this narrow cage

You are not awake;

Your heart

Beats in the closed fists of a stranger.

You are not awake so that I can tell you

How and where you must die.