Soundtrack for an Invisible House

Come
This is the day
When the meadow became something else
sparkling dust,
a cut up broken screen,
With beams of light,
Crystals.

Come,
To the landscape of dismissed landscapes,
Of temporarily enchanted objects,
Discarded bodies of ideas.
Every year it’s
Carefully built
By the chosen few.

Come,
Battleships were built here
Hands
twisted strands into long ropes
Nails and cannons were forged
Crates filled with ammunition.
Stretch out your arms and see
How endless and overwhelming war is
Even though
It seems
It’s never everywhere,
Never reaches every house.

Come,
Someone once came here,
Stuck his pitchfork into the freshly mowed
meadow.
Mmmm –
It was summer.
The grass was soft at first,
Then the fork hit a stone.

You can hear it here –
Waterfalls
And
The Word
Or see
That a ruin can also be
Hope.

But here, in this meadow
You have a thought.
This does not sound right –
Only to me?
Just like the war is never everywhere –
For me.

Come
You know,
You were taught wrong:
There are no times,
Only places of peace,
They erect monuments there,
by the road.
Every nation does
Always for their own.

Come,
How easy it is to demolish houses
With brute force,
And how difficult to tear them down,
There are so many, and they resist,
It takes a night
Or years and years.

Many come here,
To this landscape,
They are interested in objects
Celebrating technology,
Strategy,

Territories.
Meter by meter
Ton by ton, they are loaded onto ships,
Fifty million of them demolished,
For a new coast,
Bill by bill.

Come
Once there were meadows all around,
Everywhere,
And at once they were gone –
Also for you.
Demolished houses instead of grass –
Also for you.
In this landscape
It is still the same.

But someone said in this meadow,
or in the court
this is an exchange:
You give us your life
for the homeland,
we give you doors to eternity
and buried stone.

Come
Here is everywhere
You will see,
Birds sing here
Songs of sheep and
Sheep of grass.
All that seems invisible
Is only buried,
Becomes a song.