The dogs come out at night,
Howling at the lonely passenger,
Those eyes that gleam so bright
Are splinters in my soul.
The coldness dims the light
Of Yellow Death – the cruelest messenger,
I’m shivering with fright
Like fishes in an empty bowl.

Teeth I almost feel –
Sparkling pearls for pain,
All in haste for a meal:
The flesh that now is me.
Feels and seems unreal
How my blood they drain,
How my skin they peel:
Teeth engraving me.

And Yellow soon becomes me,
And Death I am already,
The poison crawls inside me
In lethal haste.
I’m now a cloud, a tree –
To change my essence ready,
And as I die I see
My life before – a waste.




Julia Kretsch
20 September 1999
Constanta