The freight station Poem by Daniel Falb

the freight station was kept at body temperature
- this didn't make it a living being.
money laundering was depicted here as skinnery
you stood stripped in foam.
we also imported the terrarium taxlessly
and what was shedding now belonged to us both.
money laundering was depicted here as skinnery,
but things like that will out.
our prodigal spree gave us plenty to do.

someone out there walking about with my kidney,
and it wasn't you.
your canary looked so strange today,
and your thighs were full of blossoms,
which I however didn't see in passing.

Translation: Brian Currid