1996. just another morning
old men harness horses
spring is coming
that’s certain I feel it
while I’m reading
Emily Dickinson and listening to
Iron Maiden (what do
Emily and Maiden have in common Brane
asks family name Dickinson
could be my answer but
actually everything
in this poem is just as
I say) so
when they called me I turned down
the music put aside
the book and climbed out of
the parentheses and then we drink
coffee and brandy spit
in our hands take up
the pitchforks and load
manure from which
like from sweaty
animals like from our mouths
in meandering paths of
mathematical formulas the mist
spreads down
the fields