While we speak my eye-friend
Skips on Japan’s surface but
Soon he’ll be getting under
Volcanoes, mistaken for
Temples of soiled silence.
Me ? me, I lie on the other side
In perfect calm, in wait, in absence.
I count to five on my right hand.
To five days, to five months
Up to the survival rate.
There is a hole in the bucket list
And it sounds like « damn ». Says who ?
Say the five angels of mercy since
We only acknowledge ourselves
In the plural : Shalom Aleichem.
Image credit : Norh by Northwest
Frédéric Benqué 