Ursula Krechel Poems

So cold was the heart that it
was afraid for itself,
it drowned language, wanted to be
called callous,
...

Birdlike an old man's voice, a croaking, a cavilling
trembling words between collapsed lips
syllables half-swallowed, nearly swallowed too
like his dentures his name, the place, walls, chimneys
...

very notion of work had disappeared.
Dictionary-warm a sun stood high
shaving off the shadows.
...

The torn lamb meat is already howling with the wolves.
In furs the police officers go around and mate
with twin-engined saws. Fruits of weary anger
...