On Bornholm Island
On Bornholm Island
the sorrows never die
but are cleansed by sunshine
to become new joys
that grow like diamonds
next to the post-mill windmill.
As Gods
You shall be as gods, and it will be hell;
you shall do all things and no things well.
You shall smile and smile, afraid to frown,
you shall wear a gold and shiny crown,
as drop by drop your life runs down
and ends.
