the sky is blue and somehow
dumb:

flower, flower
scream for me

during all these centuries
you have seen the wars and the kings
and the different sun every day
and you sang

you have been picked by young ladies
beautiful as flowers
and you have given them something
and after that they took from us
a lot more

flower, flower
scream for me

I picked you once
and you said yes yes –and sang again
and I tore away all your petals
I thought I violate the maiden and
your aroma died

yes yes flower
my hands reach out for the glass
scream scream
I made a mistake, the world is turning
the fields the flowers
and the poems fall upon them
like the last thing that counts
in the silence