reincarnation - resurrection

i don't have any brothers.
i killed them.
and i live like a cat:
jumping through the nights of the roofs, now,
not like a yellow fog, nor like a smoke;
just like a cat.

does a cat kill brothers?
and am i a cat?
those, i don't know well,
well, yet i live like one,
and i know i don't have any brothers,
though i still think about them,
though time to time,
though i forget now and then,
that i did have brothers,
and i killed them.

ah, yes, yes, it is hard to be a cat,
standing still under a dead lamp light,
and hard not to have
any brothers, any more.

and harder even
just to live like a cat,
pretending to stand still under a dead lamp light,
and not to remember what i once had...

a digression for the sake of greyhawk: the coming of ali

a crack!--
the air burnt with thunder
the sky shook, suffering a mad laughter
bringing warmth to the friend,
for the fiend, death to the end.

a flash!--
of the giant ax he swung making the air wheeze
collecting the heads of the heathens with ease
this was ali, coming up from the ocean of the mountains,
swearing upon his life that he'll avenge his fathers

a crush!--
coming from his iron-shod feet
supported with his steel-like shoulders
what he lacks in height
he covers with fists like monsters!

a grasp!--
under his arms, to make him turn angry in a second,
just to see it's caleb and valost, his old friends to tease him a little.
and following them, ubor with his staff, latron with his bow,
are saluting this great warrior with unprecedented awe!