Duty

It was all lost. It was the time of Hades and since

our God was dead we planted a hyacinth in the pot

and that, perhaps, was another act of redemption.

Übermensch stood by the fireplace and shifting

the logs He said: since you can do nothing for

the wilted anemone at least try to push your empty

cart uphill perhaps one day it might find its way,

with you or without, back to the desolate house,

and I bent down to pick my defeated ego; it had

all started because of our devout narcissism, when

I noticed all our dead laid in caskets as if waiting

for their resurrection.

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