I go to the closet to select a tie.
I say to myself what could happen.

The children marvel at it and the adults are proud of it.

A watch. An old one used to hanging from the black silver satin pocket of a grandfather, swinging when he walked.

Why such harsh machinery?
Why, to write down the stuff
and people of every day,

I went into the tool shops
in all innocence
to buy a simple hammer

A man says yes without knowing
how to decide even what the question is,
and is caught up, and then is carried along

Now this is it, said Death,
and as far as I could see
Death was looking at me.

I was fourteen years old,
brooding, a proud of it,
slim, lithe and frowning,

After the family surgeon has severed my hand and wrist from the forearm. 
And I have carefully washed the separated hand with the connected hand. 
And done its fingernails, and put a drop of perfume at the pulse of the wrist. 

goodbye to the sun 
my father 
who blessed me