Little Aster
Don Paterson
after Gottfried Benn
We hauled the drayman onto the slab.
He'd drowned in the canal. Some wag
had set a small blue flower between his teeth.
When I went below his skin with my long knife
and reached up along through the chest
to cut out the tongue and the soft palate
I must have touched the stem and dislodged the thing;
it'd slipped from his mouth and into the brain
I'd set beside him in a steel bowl.
I packed the flower with the woodshavings
back into his empty chest
and stitched him up again.
Drink your fill of that great vase!
Sleep well, my little aster!
Don Paterson
after Gottfried Benn
We hauled the drayman onto the slab.
He'd drowned in the canal. Some wag
had set a small blue flower between his teeth.
When I went below his skin with my long knife
and reached up along through the chest
to cut out the tongue and the soft palate
I must have touched the stem and dislodged the thing;
it'd slipped from his mouth and into the brain
I'd set beside him in a steel bowl.
I packed the flower with the woodshavings
back into his empty chest
and stitched him up again.
Drink your fill of that great vase!
Sleep well, my little aster!
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