The poet widows in front of my eyes, br And his are lost, br I blame the cruel world br br But himself is to blame br For he has fallen br Onto earth br br And his heart beats br In the right compass br Like it should be br br His words are used br And abused, br Murdered by fools br br Death, once more, triumphs. br He lost against himself. br And I, I lost him.br br A.R.