The Choice

The ChoiceComrade, now that you’re merry
And therefore true,
Say – where would you like to die
And have your friend to bury
What once was you?
„On the top of a hill
With a peaceful view
Of country where all is still?”…
Great God, not I!
I’d lie in the street
Where two streams meet
And there’s noise enough to fill
The outer ear,
While within the brain can beat
Marches of death and life,
Glory and joy and fear,
Peace of the sort that moves
And clash of strife
And routs of armies fleeing.
There would I shake myself clear
Out of the deep-set grooves
Of my sluggish being.

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