Must We Die?
星期二 一月 13, 2009 9:23 am
Must we die?
A lesser philosopher, the most optimist,
raises the question that
has bothered him for so long.
“Hush, Death has sharp ears,
and his horse is treading on the way.”
Crows fly in, their shadows freeze
the man's faint feature.
Yesterday you watched your children
gulp down their milk;
Today, when the bread is still warm,
they are gone, shattered into pieces.
There is no time
to teach them optimism,
The bombs claim their bones-
no time to discuss life after death.