Excerpts from
Reverted
By Søren Ulrik Thomsen
For everything out too long in the rain
in the heat in the shade in the wind in the world;
everything still chained to life
as the sun pierces its crusted form.
And for everything escaping drop by drop
down the whitewashed wall and the bulging gauze-wrapped sewer pipe
to come out first as rust, then as dust -
the allusions to negative growth
to tarnish, corrosion, sediments, are no accident
because this is for everything homeless
seeking a place in the wilderness of power lines
urine and a discarded drawing.
Not for the cod´s skeleton
white on a white plate
but for the bits of fish rotting
between a gold tooth and a silver one;
for the blood slipping along wax on dental floss
and glinting in the mirror before your face.
Your face which can´t be seen in a mirror
but only in someone else´s.
Translated by Susanna Nied
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