at midnight all I see
is a very long string
high above the black-jet sky
it disappears
and I’m losing footing
the ground is sheer
I’m not looking
down or facing the fear
that I’m too heavy
and the floor’s too deep
I could sink right through
beneath
but I’m feeling elated
so long I’ve waited
to hold the string of heaven’s sting
until I plummet
as a meteor from outer space
and the string I held
falls flat against this
icy watery grave
had I lived I would have said –
Christ! never again will I fly
a kite at midnight over the ice
Not only did I lose my kite –
I lost my life