A body

        A body of flesh,
        Disintegrated and
        Fallen into dust,

        Will its deeds
        Remain, or its
        Spirit in memory?

        But after 1000 years
        The language is foreign,
        The sense left obscure.

        A spark of wit,
        A span of life, -
        The easiest forgotten, -
        Has stretched a length.

Udo Frentzen 1980 - 2012