My Brother's Confession

I’ never had school
or poetry
but for as long as I’ can remember
I’ve had gardens under the open sky
at twilight
at dawn
cloudy and bright flocks of
clouds
I had a row of trees
smells that have faded long ago
a brass rabbit in we’ll start
chestnut
town
river of whispers.
I’ grow up in a cover of the forest
huge ships in which dreams
and hopes sailed
and death
we had a house and a yard
a shell that burried itselfs in the roof
we had
the library
books whose covers are trampled in the mud
we had
graves flowers
plates
rolled in the dark.
now it doesn’t matter
what we had.
all the same.
we have nothing.
nothing we have.
now it doesn’t matter
what we have and
what we wanted
to have-
now we are alone
and free.
free
and alone
already dead once
and nothing can be
taken or
given to us anymore