We are not we
by Ludwig Bendix
I am not me, you are not you.
The world plunges into flame.
When it collapses fully through,
It meets in me not me nor my name.
You lock it up, you yell at its head.
Of that my me has not a clue.
To far away it already fled,
Its house is quite deserted too.
You are not you, the me that’s true and not a fool
Inside your house keeps very still.
You set off brightly clad for drill,
With cut and thrust you harshly rule.
Our desires change to be
What fates our paradise may share.
And since we are both naked and bare,
We are not you nor me,
We are not even we.
translated by Erik Bendix
(grandson of Ludwig Bendix)