IN THE PROVINCES 4 Poem by Durs Grünbein
IN THE PROVINCES 4
(Campagna)
A cruciform frog
Lay flattened against the hot macadam
Of the country lane. Mouth gaping
It curled heavenwards, dried out by the sun,
The sole of a shoe, as first appeared -
An amphibious holdout from an older era
Now caught under the wheels.
No resurrection, save in the form of the larvae
Of the flies that will hatch from it tomorrow.
The dream leaks out of which orifice?
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