Death

When you are passing
Through the burnt fields
When you are climbing
The walls of tears
When you are diving
Into the mud of years

When your last word is unheard
When your last song
Is not played
When your last cloud
Hasn’t brought rain

Death
Is the last journey
To the valley of freedom
To the party of friendly worms
The company of stones
The end of end
Of every difficult life

Death is there
When you are not asked to pray
To a lying God
When you hear yourself
More than you are ever heard
When you lie to dream
There are no more throngs
In the mouth of days…

Death is there
When you are not a subject
To an envious brain
When you are not required
To testify your faults
When you are not wanted
To be investigated
For a fire you have never set

Death
Death
Death

Salvation from slavery of days
You have never chosen
Or you have never recommended
To an eye or heart


G.Aljundi
London 28.02.07