What is left
of fallen springs
(and fallen love)
bleeding (as only
springs can bleed)
into everhungry
mouth of earth

What is left
of skinny religions
crucifing for
redemption ( for
some kind of sin
we’ve made)of
eternal soul (but we
can’t remember)

What is left
of those trees (
where we've made love
once) near the river
and the sun that shone
for our smiles
(or maybe only yours)

What is left
of these memories(
only pain) bringing
on their wings (pain)
a hope for another day
(always pain)