The City

A camel ran amok
in the city.
 
The wisest among the people said
"Now everybody is to himself:
I am no one to show the way."
 
There were a thousand masters,
a hundred thousand rulers.
 
Now
in the city
each is to himself.
The ones who could see
have run away.
The rest,
stone-deaf
only prattle
and call this frantic blindness
freedom.
The blind believe
they are sages.
People walk barefoot.
Shoes cap their heads.
 
The blackness will not go
even if you wash up the crow.
 
A camel has run amok
and
the city is babel.