Sermons from Nowhere
1
Now men will come from the shadows like rabbits.
Wind is blowing.
Cold wind grabs our ears and the edges of memory.
I remember your white fingers.
It was a sacrilege to send you back to your own shadows.
2
A desolate place like this will never cease disappointing
People with dead faces and fairies with lost wings.
Beneath the shadow of the half-closed windows
Three unlucky cats are slowly thinking of
Taking a final walk to the distant churchyard.
3
The howling dog also knows
Why the flowers wave in the breeze and the flames flicker
Why the wise fishes swim in water
And the falling leaf swirls with a very quiet sound
Why the dream fades and the soldiers march together forever.
4
I took my gun and vanished into the wilderness.
Nobody was weeping except my poor, little dog.
I watched the half-eaten moon
Hanging precariously to allure
The snakes, monks and the vagrants in the woods.
