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Sarah Manguso
The Deer Comes Down the Mountain


Now we gather worshipful.
The gears in his legs shine down.
He lifts his head.
Here he comes!
Were erecting a maypole with green ribbons.
His legs are four probes.
And his back is a ship
and his eyes are holes in the curtain.
Were eating cookies in the shape of him.
The icing is gold and silver.
Hes shedding gears, here he comes tripping!
He is casting off the elastic bindings.
Now were hanging giant flags.
The wind-up key sticks in his side like a blade.
The wind rocks him on his wheels.
Here he comes, crawling!
The bright obvious shines in his body.
Here comes the electric, the burning mystery!

Aus: Komm her o Klarheit! luxbooks 2009
Original aus: The Captain Lands in Paradise. Alice James Books, 2002

Sarah Manguso    14.05.2009

Sarah Manguso