We got up early,

washed our faces,

walked the fields

and put up crosses.

Passed through

the damned mountains,

went hellwards,

and some of us returned,

and some of us did not.



In the fields and in the forests,

under the moon and under the sun

another summer has passed before us,

and not one man has,

not one woman has revealed

the secrets of this world.



So our young men hid

with guns, in the dirt

and in the dark places.