As if in a grand dress rehearsal we have passed

through life: Calling for swaddle and shroud

the youngest in the group mocked us all:

He was the first to die; an accident

too successful to be repeated.

Weddings, court cases, irreparable offenses

and years of unfulfilled dreams

spun off the reel all too rapidly:

We deliberately re-tied the broken film,

each time at the point where it broke again.

All the children are grown-ups now: The meteors

we chose as sacrifices burst into flames

in front of our very eyes, but from the spigots

we hear a magical and terrifying silence.

This is the first spark of the fire:

Oh, the end that awaits us from those merciless stones

that we have struck together with our very hands!