Three Meditations on Death

(1)

And all human blood
is like the dead sea
it flows and it ebbs
in a cataclysm of never-ending agony
and when you cross the valleys
know that it was not
the river of life that killed you
you died the very moment
you were born in the life of blood.

(2)

Your countrymen blindly went out
rushing under a war flag
that unites all aching blood
and over the heart-broken gorge
silence herself was silenced
by your fluorescent smile
turned into the noiselessness
of a fit of inexpressible laughter.

(3)

In the heart of the white lilies
there lies congealed the blood
of the men who fell in last night's battle
the quaking earth thirstily
laps up their agonised sweat
and then you lift your weightless eyelids
away from the heat and the dust
life is but the silence
that lies congealed
in the heart of your emptiness.