White Manís Village

 

Your glass towers steal the sky

Your iron roads hide the hills

Everywhere your lodges stand.

Always your voice speaks.


You have defeated me


I am not defeated


My wife pinches my ear

Because I am drunk.

I do not forget my grandfather

I make a shadow by his light.

 

 

Peter Ahrens

April 2004


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