Monday 17 March 2014

Noah's 230th Egg / Noahs 230te æg

I didn't
drop
from
anywhere

                           disturbing
                           its peace

just
a climbing
man

                           I dig out a mackerel

with aching
shoulder blades

                           from a tin






ikke
faldet
fra
nogetsteds

                         fredsforstyrrer

blot en
klatrende
mand

                         jeg graver en makrel ud

med ømme
skulderblade

                         af dens dåse

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