Poems ✍️
Poems ✍️
04.04.2026
56
! ! Bier Is Rest
Friends, in the name of God,
dig my grave just behind the pub
next to the sewer pipe;
so I might hear in the morning
the casks delivered in the yard
and in the evening
the waters of contentment.
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(Paraphrased from an Arab poem of the 8th century)
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