And a Whitsun poem from Klaus Høeck

       wind

       yeeah – let’s go out to

the vollsmose part of town

       together and see

       what’s cooking let’s go

out to the table of ba

       bel in the midst of

       diversity right

now at whitsun come on come

       with me in the po

       em and the spirit –

come don’t be afraid outland

       ish says the soundtrack

       come on then – it does

n’t cost anything (as it

       does at the zoo

       logical gardens

opposite) you’ll get a free

       peek in behind the

       headscarves the wind is

greener than the saudi-a

       rabian flag and

       the election post

ers are just the same as they

       are everywhere else

        what did i tell you –

there is nobody who’s throw

       ing stones at you no

       body slitting your

tyres nobody scratching the

       paintwork nobody

       insulting you or

your wife no cursing of the

       holy spirit there

       are not even a

ny graffiti whatsoev

       er on your poem