Dada Revisited

Measuring you with such an immense sadness that I laugh about.
Would you come up from Bethlehem, rising?
Would you bring your wasteland?
Would you howl?

So, so much rage against the light

That would repay me with a new war,
Another war,
That would bless my age with snipers and blight.

Measuring you with such an anticipation that I hop about,
Would you break, break on cold gray stones?
Would you kindly stop for me?
Would you suffice for ice?

My wrath, my wrath could not end, but went to hide
In the sepulcher there by the sea,
Of my darling - my darling - my life and my bride,

My chaos, my tempest, my shrew by my side.