– What kind of place is that?
– This is the ground where my forefathers
are buried, but why it’s painted in red, I do not know.
– What kind of place is that?
– This is the original junk yard. You can find here
remains of the first comet, the first man, scraps from
the last supper, but why there is a sign saying,
“Population – 0”, I do not know.
– What kind of place is that?
– This is the starting point for emperors, popes, kings
and presidents. But why the throne is covered in gold
and decaying from within, I do not know.
– What kind of place is that?
– These are our cemeteries.
Here is the cemetery for the white.
Here is the cemetery for the black.
Here is the cemetery for the Jews.
– What kind of place is that?
– This is the space of the eternal silence, of the deafening
stillness, of the universal calmness and peace,
but why is all we hear the sound of distant hammering,
I think I know why!
Photo: “Moon” by Nick K.
