Tan 30 (Gen Osten)

[KonradS]

We fled far east,
that is,
far from here.

After all,
you can't smuggle an ace up your sleeve
when armed with a Ger against the Germanic clan
back then,
you could have hardly called me a man
a stripling as some would say
and they,
well,
they had genes harder than marble
straighter than white fluted columns
no need for corinthian flowers on ionian stems
no alpha, beta, gamma...eta
Forget Aphrodite, Hera, Athena
they were not altogether unhappy with Ran
Aegir's wife, not born from warm turquoise suds
but delivered of ocean bile, that viscous sludge
I can't blame them for nursing their slippery grudge...

No, I was never a fan
even the rivers evade her stone-still lakes
the water so sulky, it cannot slake
a thirst as deep as the one that makes
the sticky ducks sink beak first
asphyxiated
by an even stickier, clingier fate.

The murderous harvest left nothing behind
but that's ok
she gets on well without food
she even swallowed the dust
upon which she herself stood
into which she's planted her mewling brood
so swollen, so full was her moon.

Shhh, listen
can it be?
She's restless now
the wicked wraith
her breath itself
rushes our escape
northwest, tan 30, along the sea
such a quick, malicious geometry.

[KonradS]

Hier ist irgendwie eine englische Version von "Gen Osten," aber mittlerweile sehe ich, dass ich "Gen Osten" ziemlich vermasselt habe. Es muss neu geschrieben werden.