Vierzeiler von Claus Hebell
If our suicide was an act of liberation
There was no sovereignty in it at all:
You summarize a heap of degradation
And when it’s over death will have a ball.
Those distant poets of the age of veneration-
I’ve always wondered what they’d say if they came back:
A country of the blind: the death of nature, desertification:
But fossil breweries would proudly drown them all in sack.
But all in vain he thought about the deep
Conundrum where he finally would sleep
Some shiny being whispered „sleep along“
And when he woke again the light was gone.
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