wasn't history
for us boys always between secularism and theology;
both their narrations leading right into our lives:
the destruction surrounding us nicely explained
from the beginning of history:
the told tragedies that crowded our streets
we saw nothing but repetitions
The old Roman Wall now joined by the latest ruins;
one teacher another teacher fleeing into suicide
leaders fleeing into suicide
others hiding behind grey faces saving their skull
there's no victory, only an interregnum that last a life-time
and reversal and repetition continue as before:
there's no country that does not fail
no country without generals
even the finest marble figurines self-destruct
and we boys knew all art
artistic freedom perishes
no matter how big the art galleries
and how forgotten the artist