Friday, November 19, 2010

25 years late

She smokes a fat
Cigar standing on
The graves of the
German soldiers

She looks triumphant
The clouds are dreaming
Of Brussels where the
Skies are made of grey

A baby skull sits on
The ground at her feet
A memento mori
A tiny sadness

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Respice post te! Hominem te memento!