It's a long time since I was a little girl
I'm a little girl who goes round and round here
A long time ago my little dolly on a chamber pot
read a book of poems. Truth goes high and low
It's a long time since these mouldy rooms
were inhabited, nonsense, it's a long time since I was
There hangs a thick humming grizzle of rain
over the surface of the water
We must live as if nothing happened.
It is as if we waited for the neighbours or
the police to knock at the door and say: Follow me
Yes, as if nothing happened, aseptic, as if
the ultimate days were something personal
For you I was quite unprepared, as for an illness.
Here. Arrest me. Confiscate it all, my
clothes. Throw me into that jail
by the subterranean sea.