now he is moss
he’d like to fill the centipedes
with moonlight
in this night of mysteries
you run out of rain
the fish, he said,
had taken them – the snails
in his hearing aids
when frost walks the pavement
every finger nail’s a saint
.
nu han er mos
ku’ han fylde alle tusindben
med månelys
i denne mystiske nat
løber du tør for regn
fiskene, sagde han,
havde taget dem – sneglene
i hans høreapparater
når frosten går ad fortovet
er alle fingre helgener