Thursday, December 10, 2015

The Elegian Sea / Det Elegiske Hav

beneath the Anvil star
our throats filled up
with lame horses
for a while

when we dragged out the giant slug
made from the-spaces-between-stones-in-the-field
and made it our idol

the grass-king himself were crushed
by longing for the Elegian Sea

our barbed-wire-limbs cut open
what little field of vision that was left
in the darkened rooms of hope

I said ”Rope”
you said ”Rope”
we all said ”Rope”

and a snake of light crept out
having lost the chance
of recognition




under Amboltstjernen
fyldtes vore struber
med lamme heste
for en tid

vi trak den gigantiske snegl
der var lavet af mellemrummene-mellem-stenene-på-marken ud
og gjorde den til vor afgud

selveste græskongen knustes
af længsel efter det Elegiske Hav

vore pigtrådslemmer opskar
det lille synsfelt der var tilbage
i håbets tusmørkeværelser

jeg sagde ”Reb”
du sagde ”Reb”
vi sagde alle ”Reb”

og lysets slange krøb ud
efter at have forpasset chancen
for genkendelse




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