the funeral service
The minister said the reputed grieving words
but the wind understood his task
and took them away
and then it became clear to me:
they aren´t important
Rigid and stiff the memorial ceremony
the relatives in deep mourning
guests gradually their complain sympathy
but where are emotion?
I stand in front of her grave
a small urn in a small hole
as the protocol requires:
a shovel sand, a silent Rose
but that´s not her, no
the pastor speaks:
"everything is at last. she is now in heaven"
she wasn´t in the church,
So damn you and shut up!
Nothing is at last
as long as we continue
to carry it in our minds!
She is in our hearts, not in heaven
No one goes to heaven, only the
clouds
no one goes to hell,
there is only the Earth's core
There is no God
receives you superstitious
just cold realization hits you in death
but we, which you call heathen
we know better
We won´t go to heaven or hell
but we remain in the hearts
of our loved ones forever
