Mud and blood

[Marcus Nalgaber]

Mud and blood

 

 

Like that gentle rain
that penetrates the earth
slowly
without hurting it

that's how they were those words 
that I do not remember in this today
in which it has rained mud

Everything is covered
by the color of the broken brick t
urned to dust
like dust is what it keeps a suitcase
forgotten at the station
and that no one claims

Rain dust and words
strange trinity
that makes me look in drawers
something that soothes my soul
while the war becomes landscape
behind the windows

Mud and blood
underwater