No no the dead have no brothers

The Hydra calls me but I am used to it

It calls me Everybody

But I know my name and do not answer

And you the dead

You know your names as I do not

But at moments you have just finished speaking

The snow stirs in its wrappings

Every season comes from a new place

Like your voice with its resemblances

A long time ago the lightning was practising

Something I thought was easy

I was young and the dead were in other

Ages

As the grass had its own language

Now I forget where the difference falls

One thing about the living sometimes a piece of us

Can stop dying for a moment

But you the dead

Once you go into those names you go on you never

Hesitate

You go on