requiem to lazarus

old man.
nobody likes you.
for you have taken what they'd put their prices on
individually.
you water those leaves
simply as a decoration placed
in front of the estab-lish-ment.
you make phone calls
and even talk
into the machine, after all these years
proving to me that you're a-
live
not just a jesus-worshipper.

you dared to make love to a teenager.
i do not know what i should call you
but i know
from what i hear
that people call you dirty.

i respect you.
no end.