Moosbruggers
Dødedans
Harmonikaen spiller
natsværmere drages
af lyset på bordet. Han griber disse skygger og former dem med fingrene til eventyrets drager. En dråbe af blod
ind i verdenen falder
og derude kommer
orden i klodens ubærlige
snurren.
Alt er nu kønt
smukt som den hæslige
pige
som drages med i en runddans og retter sit ansigt op mod den trappe hvorfra han øjner at alle i dansen forklares i skønhed og adlyder ham.
Så danser han
usynligt for dem
som aldrig før i livet bevæget af klange som bliver til søvn i den hellige jomfrus skød for til sidst at hvile i Gud. Danser usynligt
dødeligt befriet
indtil ----
alt bliver spindelvæv
i frosten.
Da smiler han storslået
døden i møde. |
Moosbruggers Dance of Death
An accordion playing
while moths are drawn
to the light on the table. Those fantasies he grasps to squash them between his fingers into small adventure dragons. A drop of blood falls into the earth bringing order into this globes unbearable tingling.. NOW everything's beautiful like an ugly girl drawn into a round dance turning her face towards the staircase where he looks down. As he opens his eyes every dancer obeys him
transfigured in beauty.
So he starts dancing invisible to them. He who never danced in his life
moved by music
guiding him to sleep in the Blessed Virgins womb to finally rest in God. Dances deadly freed invisible until everything turns into a cobweb of frost. Then magnificent he smiles to death in the meeting. |
