One would like to die
for each one of the dead
of this world
nevertheless it’s never happened
that way

One runs to the nearest
chemist to salve
an everyday wound
or feels like savouring
his short holiday by the sea
while his nearest and dearest’s heart
is shipwrecked
or on the fifth row
of the housing block
a small girl brings into the world
a thin root of light
or maybe rain
in quantities
never imagined before
not even
in the worst nightmares
of the flesh.