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
