Stand at attention

All you dogs

And make fire for me

Do not take the white branches

From under the sea

Leave me the Winter’s song

On my tired breast

Make nice with the West wind

As the children run me down

Cackling

To the River

There is an angry march

Coming

Red battalions of Revenge

Flooding

All your neat kennels

Bark if you must

Your bowls will remain empty

Your curse will crack the clocks

Into my diamond hands of plenty

Time is a twisted whistle

And you will run

And you will run

All the riddles for me

Until your day is done

Dan Corjescu teaches at the University of Tübingen’s “Studium Professionale” Program


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