המתת השור

used to say the song ....
I could lament
just to remember
but then, only the lament would stay
like in Gurre Lieder
the King Waldemar running perpetually after Tove the woman who became the shadow of dawn
I could turn a page
but when it has turned a whole book already
how can you ignore its content?
the words are like wrinkles on the face
invisible traces of love
love past, present and of the morrow
I could write poetry
on loss and forgiveness
only stays
today
cruelty