A Name which has’n Written in the Air

 

Death, what a patient game

Thou play throughout life!

A life filled with strife,–

Thou always keep thy dark fame.

 

The life desperately tries to live,

Thou but grab a hideout

In its territory to blowout

The final flicker trying a survive.

 

How meaningless thou make

Everything about life’s craving!

Oh, the name seemst all fake,

After its matter thou annihilate.

 

Someone, perhaps, understands the futility;–

Of a name written on water,

Still, it has the trivial most existing utility,

There are names which even the air deter.

 

The name so lifeless,

That it forgets itself,

With whom fate creates such a mess

That even death fears itself.

 

What death means to such a name?

Meaningless it doth seems,

How can it? There is nothing to maim;

Where there is none of lively dreams.