Du, Herr Ende

Du, Herr Ende

you showed me
the house behind the curtain

inside out

why didn't I see
the naked body
laughing hysterically
at the feet of
two idiots
sharing a chair

I missed the waving of your finger
the mother
she ran
hopelessly dancing
green glass
tickling her feet

the horror of a heart
hanging from
(o god it was not an imaginary cross)

and no one doing
anything

how could I

before the bells