The Fossil Word lf an afflicted word be buried stealthily In the coffin of breast gradually like the fossil The human habitants become aged unnoticed. Then in the eternal funeral procession of the Mum mountains, stern steppes, frozen fountains and - - i decomposed damsels A few banners of memories beauty awake only liks the tired nurses. Albeit the tourists' luxury coach fails the brake and leaps - - over him Yet he crosses the avenue even like a valient and takes aneVV, He even forgets to fold the umbrella utterly though the sun i - bedims and rain ceases, He peers long even at the very familiar face like a total blind, He mumbles a melancholic word instead as if a morbid. The heaps of dusty past only find their way in his spade . The mortal merely mops the primitive history to confine himself in the museum. Each soul thus breaks up into fragments of innumerable - - . . effigies — Yet no nuclear weapon explodes in the unconscious stream . . . of his blood The moist man has hothing to bother with a moist one. Ultimately then like the uprooted soldier surrenders The fossil word to every aged coffin of breast– And there on its dark radflap of sombra existence inscribed
