BALLAD OF THE DEAD

bait for dead fish

that swim in dead water

to end up on the dish

of people killed in the slaughter

moon for dead dogs

that howl through the bones

ghosts of the fog

on the highest stone

we're all dead, we can't deny

every birth is a wait to die

love for dead hearts

that beat for a dead passion

just another dead human part

out of action

glory to the dead

whose condition is eternal

glory to the last spark that fled

strong, young, sempiternal