Too many times nowadays
I have to go to church
to attend a funeral
as if life
is coming to an end.
There are few things
that cuts through me
like death
and like every
other person
I would rather live eternally.
To see a coffin disappearing
in a hole in the ground
makes you frequently realize
how final
this farewell is.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem