dit is, allermins, hoe die lewe is.
mense sterf. daagliks. alleen of in groepe.
maar vir ons sterflikes
is daar geen aardskuddings,
is daar geen sonsverduisterings nie.
die blou tol draai voort.
die geel gloeilamp skyn aan.
sonder wankeling.
sonder flikkering.
sonder simpatie.
sonder nabetragting oor die sterflikheid
van die kortstondige sterflikes.
want dit is, allermins, hoe dit is.
om te lewe is om te sterwe.
nie Vader Son nóg Moeder Aarde
gee 'n dêm om nie.
maar vir wat dit werd is, my geliefde,
ek gaan jou mis.
after all
this is, after all, how life is.
people die. daily. alone or in groups.
but for us mortals
there are no earthquakes,
there are no eclipses.
the blue top continues to spin.
the yellow lamp continues to shine.
without wobbling.
without flickering.
without sympathy.
without musing over the mortality
of us momentary mortals.
because this is, after all, how it is.
to live is to die.
neither Father Sun nor Mother Earth
gives a damn.
but for what it is worth, my beloved,
i will miss you.
... Sanko Lewis
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