Sunday, December 29, 2013

Deep inside red

Giant slaughterhouse
Me in the backdoor
I watch secretly, eyes of cows
Red rivers in snow
Mark a trespassing

Kites dangling, empty trees
Grow ropes, transmission lines
Storm riddled skeletons
I watch

The swing in the park amusing itself
Back and forth slightly sideways
Trying that twist
It cannot, children
Record frequencies, satellite dishes
Made for vegetarians longing for meat
Red rivers in snow

I walk backwards, the doorframe
Head against wood
Leaning, watch in slow motion
The knife and the eyes
Giant waterfalls, melting
All is prepared and packed into
Transparent plastic bags
Sealed off with heat

A war behind mountains
It never comes close
Deep inside red