Wheat Ears – Selected Poems

Undertaker

It was still early in the day when the undertaker

received us yet since we’re a large crowd he promised

to embalm us one by one even if this would take years

and we knew he had to start from the very beginning,

with Adam and Eve and of course the serpent without

its poison fangs.

It was time just before jealousy appeared when life

regained its importance and the body’s salt

tied knots on the thread of compassion when

Ubermensch advised us to start with a song to honour

the Trojan war heroes but the light in the street

was so bright our voices sounded strange. Then

He opened his arms and after kissing the forehead

of our first dead He said: ‘this corpse will be

the future Ubermensch.

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