.


Old newspapers

Old men

Swirl about

The torn naked prayer

That once was living dream

And healthy flesh

Fit for love

//

( what war was here ! )

;;

Decay

Seeps into the child' s mind

But he is trusting somehow

And calls it reality !

()?)()

She bares her breast to the breeze

She suddenly knows where to go

//

We heal

One death at a time

//

We arise

We tell such strange stories

Of the SABAT night

In the moonlight

)(

You wouldn't  believe who was there'