David Stern Biography

Oh, Mother Gaia
Please accept the ashes
Of my self-cremated heart
In your all-forgiving soil
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The night has spread her vast sorrow
above my head
With flickering candles of suns
long dead
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I am a furnace, empty and cold
And only ashes and soot remain
Where for a moment rampant flames blazed
This fire burned out all things inside
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The old wrinkled woman hanged herself in the sky
Her bruised round face gives a sick blue light
Which haunts the sorry creatures crawling at night
Cursing with melancholy the heartbroken lovers
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I can see a vulture
circling above my head
I can hear a hyena
laughing behind my back
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