Ascertainment
Early on we understood it was too late for our salvation.
There was no place left where we could honour our saintly
dead. How could we discern who to punish with lashes
and who to reward with ephemeral fame while we were
flogged by the wrath of the questionable right; full moon
witnessed tragedies and euphemisms presentations of
unimaginable delight of the usual confessors who tried
to calm down our resolve, ‘I looked at the impossible
end’ he told us and fear, unblemished fear, how steadily
you pushed down our lives as we kept marching in the intense
sunlight and in the darkness of our guilt, and we sang just
to give courage to ourselves and to accept that our God
was dead, the days of the Übermensch had commenced.
Libros Libertad 