They do not sleep, don't remember, do not trade.
Over black city, moan like,
costs, harrowing night of the dead,
Solemn Easter ringing.
Over human beings,
Which he hammered into the ground,
over the stink, death and suffering
Ringing before losing strength…
Above worlds nonsense;
above all, What can not be helped;
Call of fur Fur,
In which you were that night.
30 Martha 1909
Revel
