Food For Prophets
by Gunter Grass (tr. Anselm Hollo)
When the locusts occupied our town,
no milk came to the door, the dailies suffocated,
our jails were opened to release
all prophets.
They streamed through the streets,
3800 prophets,
talking and teaching without restriction,
and eating their fill of that grey
& jumpy mess
we called the plague.
So everything was fine and up to expectations.
Soon our milk came again; our papers reappeared;
and prophets filled our jails.
by Gunter Grass (tr. Anselm Hollo)
When the locusts occupied our town,
no milk came to the door, the dailies suffocated,
our jails were opened to release
all prophets.
They streamed through the streets,
3800 prophets,
talking and teaching without restriction,
and eating their fill of that grey
& jumpy mess
we called the plague.
So everything was fine and up to expectations.
Soon our milk came again; our papers reappeared;
and prophets filled our jails.
1 comment:
yaaas we stan a Gunter Grass poem
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