I lived in those times. For a thousand years <br />I have been dead. Not fallen, but hunted; <br />When all human decency was imprisoned, <br />I was free amongst the masked slaves. <br /> <br />I lived in those times, yet I was free. <br />I watched the river, the earth, the sky, <br />Turning around me, keeping their balance, <br />The seasons provided their birds and their honey. <br /> <br />You who live, what have you made of your luck? <br />Do you regret the time when I struggled? <br />Have you cultivated for the common harvest? <br />Have you enriched the town I lived in? <br /> <br />Living men, think nothing of me. I am dead. <br />Nothing survives of my spirit or my body.<br /><br />Robert Desnos<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/epitaph-3/
