I have finished my work
Of course it was not ready
but I'm going

to start something new
Bye colleagues, bye rooms
I had a dream last night

The spruces loosened lightly
from their roots, green cones
rose in the stirred up dust

They did not fly away
but tilted and stayed
hanging upside down

a row of tree corpses
Their waving branches
darken the light

Nobody knew what to do
The same as before?
Or eat something

something tasty, maybe
it will be the last time
The sky darkens

The fish do not bite
Shall we take off our clothes?
There is no time left

to get to know each other
I have finished my work
It would never be ready anyway