A Klaus Høeck poem from 'Hsieh'

 

         ‘from dust shalt thou once

         more arise’ – with my

         earth full of mouth – i

         mean my mouth full of

earth – ugh what a taste it has

of rust and iron compounds

         that scrunch between the

teeth – ‘from dust shalt thou once more

         arise’ – i write down

         here – how easy it

is to read how hard to be

         lieve and live (after)