I volonteered
All choices are unbidden: mine is free,
there is no way to push someone to join,
be it by sheer strength. All of me is gone
but I have entered time voluntarily
from memory, eternity, from skies.
Being wounded, naked, I’ve peeped into the woods
where the wind disturbs the tender branches,
and pressed myself as seal: my skin on skin,
my lips on lips. I flowed out with despair
and seed and groan, and echo has replied
deep in the woods. That century has gone,
I lived to be a man with my hair white,
a scarlet eye hovers over the gob pile:
rise thou, oh Sarah, tell me where is our son.
there is no way to push someone to join,
be it by sheer strength. All of me is gone
but I have entered time voluntarily
from memory, eternity, from skies.
Being wounded, naked, I’ve peeped into the woods
where the wind disturbs the tender branches,
and pressed myself as seal: my skin on skin,
my lips on lips. I flowed out with despair
and seed and groan, and echo has replied
deep in the woods. That century has gone,
I lived to be a man with my hair white,
a scarlet eye hovers over the gob pile:
rise thou, oh Sarah, tell me where is our son.