For all sentimentals in misery
For the miserable in the diamond's mouth
For the exchange of dignity against hate
For the thugs at the poker tournament
For all manipulated light switches
For your pistol against my piece
For the thought delusion in the morning
For staying up on trains
For the ancient ******'s breath
For Golem's fat shanks
For slapping dem **** wasps
For mimicry, white flags, deepred
For the lisping genius
For the project beat of the Spaniard
For pumping iron: shoulder, neck, triceps
For the massive, leaden scale
For the room of mirrors

For writing

The timepieces died last
Ahead the walls of crumbling hope
Translators were looking for
Bullet holes in nurseries

People filled suitcases
Dialing emergency numbers, bolting
Locks and doors
Belongings remained

*

Masses walking through cities in
Processions of velvet
Sobbing in chorus
Eyes blinking wearily

Nights they got to the
Steelblue and silent ocean
Lightly it lay before the
Respiring masses

*

They were holding their breath
As a luster was emerging
Nobody had ever seen
This luster

The masses stretched widely
Their fingers bent and
Cold for the luster
Like moths into the light

*

The masses were catching fire
Faces ablazed
Bodies turning from yellow
Skins into heaps of ash

Thus the exodus came to an end.
Heat was flickering in the sea
Deathgrey vultures circling
Through the air of black acid.

Die from my arms
I held back all winners
Who were coming for you
To tear you to pieces

Die with benevolence
In the fog of this world
By the countless suns
Red dawn

A cat was raging in the fire
Spitting blaze
Turkish hatred

Someone hid a cloth
By the Tigris
Ahead of the goat farmers

Two parallel events
Simultaneously
Burnt by oblivion

Shores pregnant in the light
Yesterday black water
Life

Children on the rocks
Flags and splinters
Dawn

Voices of the ocean
The children —
Slow motion

Clear water
Harmoniously flowing
Serenity

Dross
In bolted minds
Escape

The path is split
Two directions
Two decisions

The ship is gone; you know whereto?
Your pupil is a pin
In view of freedom

Dear benevolence
I wanna be a rock to you
In the city of banned souls

Where could this ship be
Yesterday I heard a kid talking
About a sighting

For years I been ranging through deserts
By the zenith of the sun
Now my skin is parched

Dear daughter of colors
There are rumors about your picture
Allegedly it depicts a ferry

Finally! The steamboat has latched on
Tomorrow it's gonna start
Into freedom