O My Planet!

What are my kisses to do without your lips? They wander, homeless, weeping, calling your name. They run in every direction among the people among the black words of the newspaper they search for a trace of you my distraught kisses. You left! You placed a keepsake in my hand a long kiss at the time of farewell. You said I would find my way with this gift. I split open the damp earth of your grave. I want the music of your voice. I want your breaths. You said I would find my way! I split the earth open. You: was this you? A handful of dust? In the path of winds and storms? – this eternal silence in the wailing of heads and stones? – You said I would find you again. I clench my fist tight – with all my heart. From behind the curtain of tears I see how thousands of dead ends pointed me out with a bitter sneer all around me. All around me thousands of dead ends. My knees break I have bowed down in prostration with no will left in me – my lips slide over the earth of the planet: my kisses rain down on the ground on which you set your feet without fear of the hail of arrows you came, warm, into my arms...