Fifteenth of November
The ground called me

The soil,
The black ground, it called the person that I claim to be today.
The soil,
The black ground, it opened the black entrance kindly and waited me to enter a different world.
The soil,
The black ground whispered ; -Come, lay, sleep! I'll cover you with autumn leaves as dead as you are.-
The soil,
The black ground and the entrance and the worms with the grass and leaves as my blanket called for someone who i used to be.