SING TO THE WALL A REQUIEM,
a wall, dividing you and me -
dividing us since I remember.
Once I assumed that you were I,
until it proved that suspicion looked,
secretly, through mirrors loopholes,
striking me as a game
one grows tired of.
Sing to the walls, invisible,
raised between mankind -
dividing him since ancient time;
sing to the hoisted flags,
hidden arms,
ready –
waiting for the dark hour.
Cornered by terror,
eradicating last hope of communication,
suspicious loopholes with one-eyed ghosts
become engaged.
Red sky and six feet of earth
surround the buried
while survivors try desperately
by carving symbols and
names into the wall,
to immortalise the fate
of fatal mistakes which
no one ever will
remember.
Sing to the wall a Requiem.
