You and I
have travelled
to the land of Hades,
to the land of the dead,
from which only few return—
Untergehen is such a lonely journey,
Monsieur.
Despite
your heroic courage,
you drowned
like
Ophelia.
Perhaps
you tried too hard
all by yourself
in awesome solitude,
when I
allowed other hands
to hold mine
as I was emerging
from the bowels of the earth,
and yours was the warmest—
