Eliza tells us how a Jokester views life and death, in this poignant poem, exclusively for Different Truths.
We frolic with death,
every day we joke about life.
And it slips by.
Every day we get closer
to no longer being human,
instead to being
only a body
and a memory
in the minds of the Jokesters.
~ Translated by Artur Komoter
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