absolute romantic zero

christ, caspar david, that was the height of ice:
a cathedral slit into the centre, thawing
down its damp pharynx. halting her breath.
a vertical glacier, the neck of a bottle, and in there
halls and chambers. below: water, black with cold.
blacker than black. colder than cold. the giant hens
are on the march, but only the kernel is visible.
like a coffee bean in motion. don't let yourself
be fooled: the giant hen is still there
but out of sight. the whole thing's a disaster.

Monika Rinck * audio

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