CORPORATUS
a
parliament was planned for saarbrücken, to ensure the city would hold
much the same position as strasbourg, which, in effect, would be
holding any position at all / it was not accepted with the same avid
acknowledgment as hitler's theatre / its main scene almost avoiding
the total destruction brought on by the bombs that followed as
announced in the second act / whereas the iron works he traded for
would be employed as stubborn ruins in a much demanded da capo / for
several miles in every direction the burning barn owls, nightingales
and wild boars would be resonating for the greater part of a decade
inbetween the jilted slopes and disfigured trees / not as thunderous
applause, but as forced pillow talk perhaps / the eiderdown would
have to be imagined by forces not yet lured into submission / these
are the new maginot lines: / cotton strings running from you to a
point in me defined by you / in between a variety of bell towers,
whorehouses, it was all very fancy / nobody believed you anymore when
you spoke of longing as that of which you speak is no longer known as
longing at all / hard to see at first, then: nothing at all / trees
no longer forcing their nature on you / local politicians drowned in
suburban spirits / remembering the heydays as they were, now gently
moving on / and what happened with the riverbeds? / gnawed at with
thunderous reproach by a pack of ill-tempered boars at dawn, before
eventually blacking out from hunger / settling again for teary-eyed
chestnuts and holy water springing out from the ground / they would come
a long way going nowhere / like you, determined that life must be
about more than baumarkt, merguez and cheap or cheaper petrol from
luxembourg / coffee and cigarettes too, upheld as a birthright by the
lifers / sacrificed before the wreckage of wasted youth / do you
remember the eyes of that girl you let go before you down the waterslide
in calypso? / they spoke nothing of the feigned sorrow of
prostitutes, or the certainty that the sun, even in calypso, would
lay waste to your most golden of aspirations / for a moment we could
have the smells of childhood / count marbles and skip rope with the
other kids never growing old / plunge into the waters in wadgassen
parkbad, make a queue of beautiful neverdieolds by blocking the
passage in the waterslide at totobad / eating all those chips gone
soggy in the sun / how sad then, that the first norwegian journalists
to arrive here will only have whorehouses to write about /
megabordellos and the lustful french underclass / the menial
corruption of the already corrupt / or better, the deification of
what was already godly / your erect penis will meet no judgment here
/ we have undressed in the sauna of history, had our worries
surrender to a succession of pulsating hot air / that could be my
soul, drifting up the chimney to mix with the breath of the forest /
this foundation of trees that always seem to return from wherever it
came, perpetually displaying its potential for growth / now this i
envy: a tree withstanding its natural condition without ever claiming
a name / never doubting its rightful origin, leaving a legacy as
ambitious as any: to quietly take part in something eternal / then
let these be wings: branches stripped naked year after year / or old
men smelling of eucalyptus and crystals stepping into the cold basin
of their happiness / let these be stones onto which we inscribe our
heinous trespassings, the nights in which we never needed to know
love or know of it / let this mark the beginning: the dumb cry of a
neanderthal finding itself in a picture book / and was there not that
river somewhere, to transport the entirety of our knowing through the
disinterested centuries? / here be the cornerstone to solve our
political disambiguities: a bomb dug into the core of your follies / the
hammer that will set the courthouse ablaze, the indifference with
which knowledge stares back at you with / what is most tainted by
shame: your unwillingness to add your days to the crumpled clockwork
of history, or your inability to do so? / end the search / you are
found in being lost /
