My Dogs Wound Turned Black

death will come and will have your eyes.

Death will come and will have your eyes-

this death that accompanies us from morning till night, sleepless,
deaf, like an old remorse
or an absurd vice. Your eyes
will be a vain word,
a silent cry, a silence.
So you see them every morning on
when you gaze alone
in the mirror. O dear hope,

that day we too will know that you are life and nothingness

For all death has a look.
Death will come and will have your eyes.
will be like giving up a vice, as seen in the mirror

a dead face re-emerge, like listening to a
closed lips.
go down into the silent abyss.

Cesare Pavese