A Burial Place

When blackened shadows fill the streets with their

Wets curses houses alive like ghosts

The graves of day inckily corpses awake

On their cheeks and lips glow the colours and signs

Of life

Behind their lids you see the eyes of death looking

They raise in restless rows to forget their own death

When the light died at dawn

Then everything fades and burns out the glowing

Of their colours

During the houses became grey

You see the shadow women hurry to their

Burial places

Now once again they fall into an ancient slumber

Till the first sun beam enters the earth

But the houses had become grey

And you see the shadow women hurry to their

Burial place