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[Apr. 1st, 2010|03:53 pm] |
Little aster
A drowned beer-hauler was heaved onto the slab
Someone had wedged a lavender aster
between his teeth
As I reached through the chest
under the skin
with a long knife
to cut out the tongue and palate
I must have bumped the flower, for it slid
into the brain lying alongside.
I packed it into the chest cavity
with the sawdust
as we sewed up
Drink your fill in that vase!
Rest in peace,
little aster!
[Gottfried Benn ] |
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