Hey
Look how slowly
everything is happening
but the years are short
and when the moon and the sun are together on the sky
I will gather everything out on the yard and burn
so
books and papers
maybe also
furniture and memories
all the lies that will come on the way of life
all that good that prevents us from seeing
it is rust
smoke is licking up the ruins
oh you know what it feels like
to warm up your hands
in the ashes of burned homes
hey
look how slowly
it is raining again
the dust on the years
maybe also these hands of a murderer are looking for a head
to pet and to feel the weight of the world
it is rust