*** [living on the factory grounds] Poem by Daniel Falb

living on the factory grounds. the source returning to itself. the heart pays the
liver.

says the infant. i will die very soon.................. gather into the soil the clowns
that instantly pop back up.

this individual shall stand for a herd, which, as it moved on, began to graze
on other bodies. the shareholders within a pyramid system, working.

how many meals can you take in tonight......... without being crushed by your
own progress. among the victims: the highly-gifted ones.

landscapes out of expectation.............. visible as a front yard. in it we discern
the burning forest and under it, ground water.

their brilliance is their didacticism... the full particulars regulated by a federal
law. how many times can you go to sleep tonight. a thousand years.

Translation: Christian Hawkey