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 /