UNIVERSITY OF HUNGER/ ON THE FOURTH NIGHT OF HUNGER STRIKE/ WHAT CAN A MAN DO MORE/ CHILDHOOD OF A VOICE/ WHERE ARE FREE MEN/ AFTER ONE YEAR/ YOU ARE INVOLVED/ BLACK FRIDAY 1862/ ANONYNMOUS

WHAT CAN A MAN DO MORE

O rain and fire, hopeful origins!

O rust and smoke, only enduring end!

I almost stumble underneath the waste

While squandered daylight mocks my deep remorse

for seeds that rot, for interrupted love

and hours spent measuring footsteps to the grave.

 

From birth to death what can a man do more

than want to dwell beside a flowering tree

and pick the blossoms if he fears the fruit

will fall like hatred to insult the earth.

 

And how to leap these sharp entanglements

or skirt this village of the angry streets.

How utter truth when falsehood is the truth?

 

How welcome dreams how flee the newest lie?

 

With you, I search through nights of frightened stars

and weep by gateways of the bleeding houses

With you I live to offer up to time

 

The sacrifice this God demands of us.

 

O rain and fire, hopeful origins!

O rust and smoke, only enduring end!