Master and Servant Poem by Hendrik Jackson

the shallow breathing of power: took the throat out of us
(wheezing) on the pink painted planks (quality equipment:
over. done with.) drove us into the open, circumnavigators we
became servant masters, master servants. (standard lamp)

grasp the net: lurching seaside blue ('the hairy one')
eye-catcher: a good dolphin (its back, behold, by the new
light, its white belly) the fisherman chews (in blood and
coveralls) the chains, the rattling chains in close-up

for our benefit over the winch, with the winds (nietzsche)
prattling on: come on, come on take a break, breath-
less: this whistling over vast expanses: wind clasp (heart-)

strapped fast: a slow thought: there are emblems (whoa:
perseverance (death) - ) there are (wet) pictures in the brain yet,
static animal stares in the calendar, flaking off into the spray.

Translated by Nicholas Grindell