
Zhang Jingcheng
HEIMATORT
Das Stück Land
rechts von Vater und Mutter
will mich fressen.
Eines Tages
sperrt es sein Maul auf
und schluckt meine Asche.
Erst hebt sich
sein Bauch,
dann kann es langsam
verdauen.
28. August 2020
Übersetzt von MW im November 2020


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11月 17, 2020 10:56 下午 |
interessantes gedicht, sehr interessant.
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