IN THE PROVINCES 1 Poem by Durs Grünbein
IN THE PROVINCES 1
(Normandy)
The body of a dead dog lies
Slumped on a railway embankment, chewed up
Among the chalk-numbered sleepers.
The longer you look, the more
His skin merges with the dirt, the pools
Of gravel in amongst the virid green grass.
And then the stain of this life
Is finally laundered away.
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