Revenge
Perhaps a matter of habit
Somehow

Decades of repression
Bang bang done
Ashima can bear witness

She still sits by the tracks
Deep down in the station
Next to her creator

Twelve years have passed
Branko’s become an old hound
And Bappi longs for a dog

The black wall safe is empty
Completely
The pyramids are gone

The great one the healthy one—
He cursed the thieves in autumn
Once he was a thief himself

This universe is inexhaustible
It belongs to us
It never belonged to us

Oh heavens
In stillness lies kindness
The Street of Stars sparkles so

This red staircase leads the way
I will take this path now—
Without a shred of guilt