Baskadia

I have communed with my ancestors

And here back to life

Like one who's been gone years a score,

But I didn't understand myself.

It's dawn to my ancestors,

What have they done ever since?

Nothing!

And I say nothing!

I try to concentrate

But where is my concentration?

I try to busy up

But where is my business?

I try to be occupied

But where is my occupation?

I look around

But my sight is gone.

I try to hold something

Yet my grip slips away.

I try to say something

Only to end up with a sigh.

At midday,

All are seeped in sweat.

What have they been doing?

The wise man says:

No work done!

Even at dusk,

They know not their direction.

Their steady fast feet cover no distance,

Going round and round

Like a tethered goat.

It is all useless

Just as nothing

As it is all

Nothing at all;

All the same.