Cemetery Sunday

I went through a cemetery

and thought to myself:

the grave stones would

all have a small shrine

as a kind of tabernacle

and therein

there is a book

maybe

the favorite book of the dead

or

a completely newly published which

he does not know ...

I would

look at them all and perhaps

I would also sit somewhere

by an unknown dead

read something

from his book ...

(its an old text by me - now I have it translated in english)

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