Death-prone, the bodies <br /> forked in mutiny <br />against the collar <br /> of the uncooked plague, <br />your destiny cleansed <br /> with the dark gesture. <br />By whom the paths are prepared, <br /> to sink upon the grill, <br />death pitches forward still <br /> before him, in reverence.<br /><br />Ernst Toller<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/for-the-dead-of-the-revolution/
