I Do Remember Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

Solitary I play.
A trickle of saliva
caught inside
those stubbles.
Who was it
that rang loud
and clear, just once
the doorbell
of my house?
The one whose deed
I was cajoled into
placing my name beneath,
they said it was
a facilitation of
the way things are.
And were
and will be now
forever and a day.
Only, the fools
do not quite grasp
that I remember
the way things were,
and that I wish they could,
in some belated way
come back to stay,
no, not to haunt us
but to supercede
the bullshit that has settled
upon my world
and that of you
and of your love
that will not end
in its beginning
or the waning
cheyne stokes
and fleeting light,
a glimmer of
one ray of sun
but not enough
to warm your heart.
So now you die,
don't be afraid
so many others
do it as we speak.
And as your soul,
a flying serpent
now rises gracefully,
it is a matter
of the known
and godforesaken
scheme of things.
Good bye my friend
as we shall meet
your smile will be
for me again.