Lore Poem by Sonja vom Brocke

The doctor phantom on the terrace. If you slip out of your shoes now
will the serpent protect you or attack you?
And what now. No
you have no idea. You pay for your fries and stumble
blow into the Pan neck, crunch
and think of Gregor, Saskia or Ev
with her full head of hair you can see is exhausting.
She bears her child as to the manner born, with a brooch for bling.
A breeze wafting to her of mallow and tap dancing and the guy (sporty type guy)
has big, strong toes and takes a bite from an apple.

While you are creeping in, once again gaming away your breasts
(rectify) and turning into a stone bust. In which a tough nerve, a - noble -
a - hollow -
spacious cult house of the Abelam.

Now does the serpent protect you or attack you?

Translation: 2016, Catherine Hales