while the dawn comes up

the leaves are half alive

and half dead

and the dry wind is already gathering heat,

here comes the demon’s heavy cross,

none sees the future of whom

we know but not get our last goodbyes,

nor do we know where

is the last place we will not get up from

where we lie down last

as a falling light from the sky

like red stains that do not wash off

here comes the demon’s heavy cross,

bear on your mind only what you can

stand because we are

not here for long

and once gone cannot be

contacted by picking up the phone,

even when your soul burns,

any talk is a one sided conversation

here comes the demon’s heavy cross,

yet we do what we can with what we have

when the nightmare storm has come

and passed and

we watch all plants rot

and even the flames to not burn

and the white winters do not hurt

because you knew there was never

a scar to begin with

and the past doesn’t ache

any more than the future,

here comes the demon’s heavy cross,