It's me or time - 3 h

3 hours away

Here that the Spring
Blossoms silently
Here I have been brought,
Unable to see beyond
My words
And time
And your dark hair.

Here where
Three hours only are left,
Three soulless bodies
Three burnt veins.

Out on the road,
In each face I see
I find something from you
And every voice I hear
Reminds me of yours
Yet quickly
All my illusions die down

Blame the barbaric noise
Of a passing lorry
The same lorry that
Has grounded my soul
With its engine fire
The same fire that chained me
At dirty ports.

But I have to be happy
With my last cigarette
Pinned between my lips
By Death
My dagger in my trousers' left leg
And three hours in
The right pocket of my jacket.