Penumbra Magnificus

you float away

on the corpse of your mother,

and let thoughts silence

like floating spiderwebs

 

and just now

when the downfall of our Earth

is a fact, dancing Siciliano

to the rhythm of your heartbeat

 

you no longer see

how the still-life of dying

really was painted

with acid water

 

and how the world

ended its escapade with a touch of circumfluence,

and was covered by comet showers,

like black deathpearls 

 

and the children were

torn to pieces like kaleidoscopeflowers

and spread over

crimson fields of repent

 

shush.

 

you can hear the bodies

sing under the surface

and under the moon's silhouette

 

sic transit gloria mundi

 

they whisper in Latin

as their reminiscences perish

when the humans turn to ashes

 

 

thus passes the glory of the world.

 

 

Translated from Norwegian, written in 2003.