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...