death has no face
no colour
no taste
no delay
it comes when it comes
goes never alone
seeing have you?
it has no fear
no tear
no kindness
it comes when it comes
play with the death
have you ever?
death will bless
in the game of chess
defeat and die
let the game begins
Sweden,1952
village full of ghost
full of evils
and death.
one die there
anyhow the sad news
death came and
showed his face.
death is a beauty
for those who die
a warrior death
and thus happened so.
death cries
the seal has returned
the seventh one
TO BE CONTINUED......
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem