Der Erscheinungen Flucht - Rome

We echo death

We echo pride

Odour, colour and sound

Of the ones who fell from grace

Those who fell away

And all the trinkets unbound

This is a lover

An anguished memory

This is a warning

We fall

As servants fall

In stone gardens

Your pride should be a lighter thing

An easy thing

A cheerful thing

Our solitude growing obese

We stay and fall

A rose for the vanquished

A kiss on the neck

To be hanged

We’re all doubled up with love

A traitor’s love

A guardian’s love

Rejoice at this

Loneliness

This imperishable craving for hopelessness

It’s hard to live on what they feed you here

It’s hard to live on what they feed us

It’s murder and treason

In this dead-ripe season

The leaves are falling all around

And it’s hard to believe in

Some sort of meaning

In a world that’s turning

Round and round

And everybody’s leaving

Everybody’s kneeling

When all that’s left to want

Is one good reason

One good reason

For this to be left to doubt