The screeching of the saws
but I cannot rise
my work calls, keeps me in place
where my heart quivers and quakes
Whether they want to get at you
my friend, I fear for you
I know my weakness
feel the shame, even your friends
should not pay the price
the so-called law that elevates
itself above the lives of others
no matter if their kind was here before us
How many more will they slay
to shadows named as dangers
supposedly to banish, to debase
who live in you, around you, my tree?
When at last I can depart
I hasten over the path to you
your friends, but woe!
The gate, as I called them -
the time of the giants is over
on the other side
of the bridge they used to
greet me kindly, laughing softly
Not only them, more sawed off
crumbled to dust by the likes of me
I scream, silent cries, run
and stop by you, ashamed once more
You are calling me, inviting me
to cry on your trunk
In silence you embrace life
you listen to my reproaches against the attackers
But no, no resentment, no anger,
no fear, no dread or revenge
only quiet life flows through your veins:
"This is life. You and I
we are not made for eternity."
Timelessly you listen to my tears,
my heart's lamentations,
until I breathe quietly in stillness with you.