III:2 to release hostages special troops used gas - Poem by Marie Silkeberg
seeing his face quite gravely still the dark eyes the morning
touched him as if to imprint his body on my fingers, hands don't be sad marie. you come and you go
remember ed his eyes watching his body as i was stroking him across the chest. the reaction. his bare nipple. the last morning. much too much of everything. in estrangement. repulsion
Translated by Frank Perry
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