(Cont.d)Solemn mass and procession
and every kitchen garden blessed.
Plenty of food and drink
till nightfall.
And the small church filled with lights,
with songs and God’s words.
A time past, gone forever.
The kitchen gardens are squeezed in by the houses now;
The overbearing city has come
here to disperse
green and peace.
A real sorrow, St. Augustin!
In the sunset still
the sun envelops the church
and embraces the ancient stones.
People still go by,
but without saying hello, without praying.
They’re in a great hurry.
And so the night descends
sad and dark.
The crumbling walls
already overrun with weeds