Bitter the ironies,
Fuel of my life,
Devourer of time,
A grave for a wife.
Seeds in an apple
Letting trolls down,
I remembered you wearing
Your basque wedding gown.
All memories sealed
In a chest they had drowned,
Deep in sharp oceans,
A long-submerged town;
You can still see some rooftops
When you dive further down;
There’s the church belfry,
Brass bells make no sound.
I cannot choose living
With this charged weighted load,
For as soon as it’s given
I must cross their toll road
To pay with the striking,
The force and the blow,
So I hope you’ll forgive me
If I remain here below.