Outgoing Vessel (an excerpt)
*
so many dead
their eyeballs are filling this vessel
grave
vessel
grave
vessel
the earth is a slow fire
re: counting the dead:
I have a strategy in place
I HAVE A STRATEGY IN PLACE
*
longing moves in all directions
like a spherical light scattered around me
I brush my hair in its circle
to be more concise:
human longing scatters like a
BIG BANG around this
around the human
out in the wet grass
hair
it’s this BIG BANG that must be returned in its original condition,
an infinitely solid sphere;
must be moulded into a hard, smooth material
and placed in the hole below the heart
where it must remain
*
I have tied the knot with a
ROCK-HARD MATERIAL
it’s taken 1,000 years inside me
I have wrung myself to create
the necessary loop
wrungness caused by external violence
wrungness caused by the exercise of violence
wrungness caused by flight
wrungness caused by care
It’s all there, in the loop created
when I lay my head in my lap
and close the gate
*
to have marble skin
not as an invitation
but as a bulwark
the strongest there is
the most comfortable
the sacrosanctest
untouchablest
*
I’m thinking of training my body
until it becomes a rock
that is my objective
the most precise expression of it
it’s better to cut a new one,
to cut anew, and hew from it
a perfect orb
any shape I want
hew from it a
rectangle, cube, almond, moon
AND THEN move in
once it’s done
Translations from the Danish
