Excerpts from
A Dead Man's Sneeze
By Pia Juul
We return to
the death
We cut the corpse down from the branch
Horrified we place ourselves next to the rotten flesh
Enchanted we witness
the confidence shared between
the detective and his reporter
They have found
one long blond hair
on a facing
Is it yours or mine
It is I who is dead
It is you rotting
We amuse ourselves in this grave
with worms in our mouths
and each eye skinned
the bones stick out
through the skin
We discuss the plot and whine
it was you who did it
but that was not enough
If you´re going to kill me
you must do it properly
Translated by Susanne Jorn
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