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wildebeest - a vision (old poem)

This is not a day when I should sit down and newly composed one. Must read Dutch, namely.

Old poem here. Right fun thing, I think almost.

wildebeest - a vision
11 324 wildebeest
loose in Gothenburg galaxies

They appeared quite suddenly.
No one knew where they came from
No one saw them iofs
materialize out of thin air
but it was hard to see how
it might otherwise have gone to.

God or the devil was pleased joke
It was obviously a tragedy
but many found it hard to resist
laugh. There was

seemed

still at least a profoundly positive aspect
Apparently
God (or devil)
humor.

It's something anyway.

Mark Birro writes,
frantically, hexameters.
He feels certain that the situation requires
hexameters.
He sits on a folding chair unpainted
close by the Press Bureau of the Fine Arts
with a pencil in his hand
that he not taken the time to sharpen
and three in reserve between the teeth.
It is very dangerous
a vulnerable position, wildebeest everywhere
not very logical in any way
yet case.

What Peter has been up to?
know damn well not me!
He tends well his mustache or something.
(thus no bad yarn,
all credit to Peter B!
This is not meant
to smear someone.)

backs. Backs and scream. And snow!
The overall impression.

My words. It's
- as the poet says -
always a matter of perspective.

And I can personally do not write
hexameters. No, that is, I ...
I mean I've never iofs
tried, but ... yes. You must forgive,
simply.

(Forgiveness is good, generally.
general. I think.)

and gargoyles watching
there are gargoyles in Gothenburg,
knew ye well?
One of them usually
(at night, when he thinks nobody is watching
)
sit and talk with Charles
Felix Lindberg statue.

The statue is nerrusad now.
vandals, di where wildebeest!
no sense of culture ...

Fixed statue have got his revenge,
iofs
3 wildebeest lying there dead

bleeding
ungainly

Wounds,
wounds and ridges,
wounds and ridges and snow

but the snow has started melting away now
in blood, shit and vilset trampling.

It is of course a tragedy.

Possibly wildebeest created
to a deeply symbolic level
(and just because more than concrete,
and magic)
personify the concept attractively ugly.

One thing is anyway safe?
They have not created the slush
and hardly for the cobblestone either.

Cracking -
but God is in all cases
humor and the stuff will find some solace.

There are no unfortunately no superheroes -
it seems.

For some it is a philosophy of luxury.
It has been called emergency meetings
with Goran Johansson
whose skin problems get worse by the stress.
Martial law has been issued.
Hunters? The military (the hell with K4)? Water?
An atmosphere of efficiency
though they in fact will not
somewhere.
Anyone thinking of Kurt Wallander.
'Sure the hell is there a resemblance! "
Someone starts laughing.
There is coffee and pastries.

But why should the devil have humor?

There are stories, type:
'67-year-old Hedda Pettersson
about to play cards with
Mansour from Iran ... '

Hedda is important, as all.

The screaming wildebeest are
(cliche terms)
nameless.

but
in the ongoing symphony
is a fundamental Meeting
sounds of bones cracking
it sounds like samba

One can imagine
a slightly irregular countdown
7412 ...
7409 ...
7367, etc.
But if you say this:
The circumstances are not optimal
for reproduction.

some point does it end,
more or less,
for good or for ill.

Or not.
Strange things have happened before.