Meines Nachgesang

Fisches Nachgesang

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Christian Morgenstern

Meines Nachgesang.
 

Like a fish I'm slipping away.

The current's pulling heavy, fast and hard.

Unlike a fish, I'm sinking through water:

Green like sea glass.

I'm flailing on dry land.

Drowning in the open air.

Why am I melting through the sand?

Losing control as every inch of me is banned?

Unlike a fish, I have no tail.

Only a twist of weighted limbs, indistinguishable, defiant, incompliant.

I am no creature of legend nor fantasy but I consider
myself to be a Mereperson of sorts.

Tschüss,

Marta Frieda Hart