Mind
With a rock heavy upon his head
he stammers
"All will be ash.
Even the birds will not sing."
The silver anklets have turned
black
and
mute.
People are lost in the desert
and
the sun is hidden behind the dark clouds.
The mountains will sink into the oceans,
hay will become steel,
water will reach the rim of the well.
My mind is mercury .
Wild!
Doesn’t stop-,
doesn't even listen.
Again it jumps out of the window
to race about
in the sky.
| 
