DIE KRANKEN

peter longofono

 

What is disagreeable and offends my modesty is that at bottom I am every name in history” —Nietzsche, trans. Kaufmann

 

From Prussia cancers

crow, wrought

cataracts in billows.

A plague, our windmill.

 

Son, nations scope

shut. Shoot the horses,

kindle the shutters. Out

 

and further out! Leave

me, dirging bootblack.

Go thrum, have done,

 

brook none but this:

King Frederick was just

a cape about a Yule-tree.

His country is no more.

 

 

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