Kit Kelen #154 - Epicurus considers Villon's Hanged

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Epicurus considers Villon's Hanged

sisters, brothers after us

your eyes cast cold

there's nothing more of us to see

there's no one, nothing to forgive

these mannequins hung here

aren't 'we'

whatever they may

seem to say

but listen now

for this last breath

a testament

for the unborn

as for those

yet living

death was nothing

hope a joke

but we lived

we shone

what flesh

these pleasures were

glint of eye

last of us gone

if only sun and rain

would restore

they too mock at nothing

what we were rots

we don't feel a thing

we who were with you

before you were

we knew time

as you must now

we felt it run

through our hands

now a tatter

bone and flesh

the living fear

neither will you be

what we now seem

these words here

this voice in your ear

they are a trick

of the paper

surely you know

what's said next

must most matter

sisters, brothers after us

cast your eye cold

there's nothing more of us to see

there's no one, nothing to forgive

nothing for the living

but just to live