White as snow, with no fancy signs embossed
Save my sweet new name, never crowned with fame
In this lent sanctuary ringed with pain.
You shan’t grieve for me, but pass the weeping
Onto those who are already sleeping:
Let the dead mourn those who yet again died
When the dragon-jaws gaped opening wide.
Let nobody of this world see of me
Anything that I certainly won’t be –
Because I desire not to insist
Living on when I no longer exist.
24-26 May 2010
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