[The breathing of a great beast] Poem by Morten Søndergaard

The breathing of a great beast, don't be afraid any more
it's alright to come up close to me,
to warm me or give me something to eat,
a cactus has begun to bloom during the night
with yellow and red flesh-eating flowers,
let's make love once again, but this time more slowly,
so that cruelty loses its meaning,
a helicopter has crashed into my brain,
it's lying there with whirling rotor blades
slitting my thoughts to shreds.

Translation: John Irons