On Getting Through It
Tonight
By: Elfriede
Jelinek
tonight
my sparrows
let go
the snow
into
fields of carnations swollen with anger.
tonight
the three popes
proclaim
the revolution
against
teenage television.
seals smash
their heads
bloody
their heads
on the elevators
the paternoster elevators
which
delays the holding of their conference.
tonight
my sister
the wind's bride
gives blood
for the cello
of the jericho desert
which
prompts the trombones
to
hold a protest meeting.
tonight
I hang your lips
like birdseed
outside my door
and observe
through the window
their death-struggle
with the she vulture.
tonight
let go
the snow
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