Do not go hollow into the fray
When your beloved darlings turn to clay
for the love of every martyr’s blood
and your mother’s tears of wishing well
Do not go hollow into the blinding lights
As above, so below, wise men said
Keep your grounds, your motherland, your mother’s hands
On your shaking hand and sweating forehead
Do not go hollow when your time comes
The layers of you, within you, without you
Be like ice, baptize yourself in yourself
Be like ice, rock hard from weightless flaked and hazy fogs
Do not go hollow, finally,
For the greatest of mountains are born from holes
The wisest of men will perish as fools
And the kindest of promises will always be cruel
special thanks to A.Z.
