Love to murder (1996)

Look at him –
The little bird that’s fallen off the nest:
do I gather him and care,
do I let him be,
and walk away?

Let me watch him grow
under my eyes – proud and a little selfish:
how he shall glance at me,
how he shall love
in helplessness!

He and I shall part for a moment
as it needs to be in natural ways –
will he stumble and starve,
will he fall prey
to the unloving?

Let him be in young abandon –
orphan, senselessly dying –
let him slip away unknowing,
let him know not
future despair!