The Burial

What I feel ceases to exit. I kill with feeling
and give life again.
All those that fear

my life,
for example water
on faces,
the reek of a soiled
garden,
the day – third – that guided the night farther than
its end,
here they are, those
that shudder
to my touch and
to the accepted gaze
all of them
die in a hurry
and happy
that I didn’t manage
to feel them.

 

 

After the burial

They will die for certain All those That fear My death.

By distance I app- roach and by death re- turn life.

Matter of my death and your life.