Silence

Silence

While the darkness heavily exults

Voice

Of the ghost flies around tonight

Here

On this ground

Body by anguish destroyed,

Tired head falls down flaccid

While frost floats in the wind

All is under the same sign.

Pain, suffer

Anti-aircraft machine gun plays the E-minor

While the life flourishes in us

Here, right now

Here, a blizzard

Is about the start

Old branches rotten sway

as they condemn and complain

Over the names of us and our kin

But the truth is

They are afraid

Of the man, of the name

Since the olden fourteenth century

Afraid of the memento

And the very seed

Of what

Once has been.