the one and only
in whose eyes I see
the fish
in the mountains
the mountains on the sea
the wilderness full
the dogs pulling the sledge
tracks under the ice
on the smelly asphalted road
my mother's mothers
and stories
that stutter and stutter
the same groove over the nail
from birth to grave
the masks that shine
are being washed down by
the long odour of the sweat
wilderness is saturated
the fish
is
waiting.
Jessie Kleemann (born 1959) Greenland (now lives in Denmark)
Translated by the author
Source: LyrikLine
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