The non-fictional porky poetry in excelsis
Av Freddy Fjellheim
I. look! The mountain grouse from Valdres is still chernobylian flapping
II. in the flaky codfish flesh the tongue tastes unknown|||| metals
III. greedy pig farmers in Mexico promote a new flu
IV. nah, Hermes herbal drugs doesn’t do it for pigs
transforming to capitalists
V. the animal feed stuffed in cows will then contaminate
humans with beastly affinities
VI. after the shiny canned food boxes of Nansen: invisible troops of additives in dirty combinations
VII. the water we drink is cloridified / who the fuck will defecate a foul tongue?
VIII. stomachs became the lab of farmacology, sponsored by your life and mine
IX. is the western economies the Charybdis gape, swallowing and puking, puking and swallowing
X. from now on death means gas emissions The costs of 1 death is 11 carbon allowances
XI. funerals become a matter of soil pollution. Price unknown.
XII. alas, the earth slides out in huge segments, water is rising, graves are turned / by a wounded nature
XIII. what unnatural nature have humans accepted? Like a monkey/ in signs /we don ́t understand?
Familiar tongues whispering: / fight, love, die / Bleeding wounds are last to dry
Translation into English (c) 2013 by Casper André Lugg. All rights, including electronic, are reserved by the author and translator