The Rabbit Catcher

hard - stopping sounds
-Effected Places one has once been close to.

While serpents colonize the sky.
Down on earth the ladies cry
And winter bottoms people's hearts
Down to the core of sanity.

Whereas everyone agrees to find
Lilies on the fields of humble
Stumbling line by line through
A day of hard nonwork.

"Copy them!", the serpents shout
And heard no one claiming
The land, where birds used to be
Native inhabitants, now escaping.

The scene crouching into the water,
Where it all began, what they couldn't
Remember. Breathing wet air in
The cold light of the absent day.

She'll do something crazy, thought he
Who holds the crow's feather in his hands,
Scribbled it down on pergamento.
If only he could have seen this.

He would have stopped the polishment
And grabbed his controllable volcano.
Would have burned, the crow is sure,
The fur in its hole and

Serpents copied what they shout,
Heard on squares all over Thuringia
And bells rang, horrible tremolo
Like a requiem for furs.

Ursprüngliche Veröffentlichung: 2.2.2009