This house that once sheltered my life crumbles.
Broken down, my soul in tatters, screech—
Like my shattered dreams of the past, billowing
In the dusty, wrinkled brownness of the land.
These walls that once sheltered me in solitude,
Now lie fallen down in heaps.
Inside them I had lived a life
At the grasp of lonely youth,
Away from the jelly-fish-like world,
Finding happiness more profound
Than wandering over the mountains.
Quick like the evening wind, you arrived
With a shrill one-note wail
Of an ancient song of tectonics,
Echoing through the sleepy Saturday afternoon,
And turned my life into rubble—just like that.