Perlarcher Forst of Munich
you'd awakened my soul again
as my dying mind drifted beyond
the tall pines of perlarcher forest
I'd mingled aimously about
the falling leaves as my heart roared
of a distant thunder that henceforth
became a solemn song of solidarity
oh how wise my soul stood seperate
from my coarse being catering
to the rough edges of the Bavarian Alps
drawing the crisp daffodils
silently surrounding the bottom
of the snowcapped plains
only fragments of me were left
as my body became a tomb
that in cased all thy youthfulness
that once glistened with the coming
of winters briskness how eloquent
the mere barbarism how bloody crude
nature existing within
the sultriness of a sparrow's eye
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