Which holds together the rotten remains.
In a small rainy corner stands
The last city in stony patience.
A dead skull lies--like a prayer--
Slanted on the body, the black penitential bench.




My End


Half hands hold my fate.
Where will it sink...
My steps are tiny, like those of a woman.
One evening lay waste all dreams.
Sleep does not come to me--



Song of Kuno Kohn's Longing


The folds of the sea crash like whips on my skin.
And the stars of the sea tear me apart.
The evening of the sea is one of screaming wounds for the lonely,
But lovers find the good death of their day dreams...
Be there soon, you with pain in your eye, the sea hurts.
Be there soon, you who suffer in love, the sea is killing me.
Your hands are cool saints. Cover me with them,