A brothers' feud
First, hast thou filled me with hate,
e'en fanned it to a white heat,
a raging storm became my fate,
like lightning didst thou lastly strike.
My skin in grossly mottled state -
my fury raged within me
and, with wrath made wild,
I lashed out with club and spike.
Yet, from thy voice, now
I hear, if there be no deceit,
of life's loneliness and woe,
in a muttered moan and whine.
Has anyone, shattered as I,
e'er crossed swords with thee?
What plays havoc with thy nerves,
cuts to my bone - marrow, alike.
(Nachdichtung: Derek Donaldson)