Erhard Hans Josef Lang
Geese That Start To Prick The Spotless - Poem by Erhard Hans Josef Lang
What in all the world
would our knowledgable meta-scientists proclaim
if all of sudden a sort of
nervous confusion were to befall
our other animals too?
And for example a certain group of spotted geese
were to start attacking all other geese
who differed in no other way
than that their plumage was all spotless?
'Hitler in his likes being reborn! '
'The demon is coming back in the shape of geese.'
As if their goose leader had called out to all of them:
'We're now going on a little hunting spree first,
before we're to sit back again and be relaxed.'
This is but only a surrealistic poem
since the exposed matter is most unlikely
to ever happen in the animal world proper.
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