Market Poem by Kerstin Hensel

Market



Oh take a look
at the over-hyped, tarted -up
overseas fruit
whose waxed skins
defy decay.
Even Snow White
can swallow harmlessly
this sweet juiceless nothing
that is thrown to
The fruit shimmers
like paint
and shudders from its
antiseptic self.
Only I lie
squelched and rotten
disgusting the seller
right under his table.

Translated by Dorothy Porter

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