I have now returned here where I saw you away
Nearly two years ago but it seems just yesterday.
The wind blows gently, the sun sheds yellow light
On the row of lopsided tombstones - what a blight!
The evening sun fell on every spotted tree root,
You were resting resigned in the coffin deaf mute.
Relatives couldn't help you being forever to depart,
Swallowed their choked sobbings into their heart.
Thru the crematory as to eternity a passport holder
At last stage you carried the cross on your shoulder.
I followed you, hanging down like a stooping leaf;
Your wife and children sank in inconsolable grief.
Here is the place I waved my hand in mind so sour
The last location you received each farewell flower:
The flowers were multicolored, but in such a dole
They were purple, grey, livid, dark inside my soul.
This is the crematorium with high-tension potential
Five thousand volts, to integrate with the essential
That to it even so hot, you were to yourself resign
Into dust, back to dust, oh this dear scion of mine.
I am standing here to invoke your wandering spirit
Relying on wind and clouds onto my shoulder to sit
So that father and son, our two souls harmonize,
I find happiness though in a jiff ceasing to agonize.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem