Plonévez-Porzay, again
with a clear blue sky
and poplars along the hot roads

reading Kaalø's Jorden taler
while the dog in the chambre d'hotes in which we live
is pissing off the rear wheels of the parked cars

- so don't say that land is not being traded:
I don't give a damn who says any different ...
as Eddy Grant shouts across the crowd
in Eddy Grant and The Frontline Orchestra:
Live at Notting Hill
from the derivatives, then

- but then who is afraid
of frontlines, absence
and earth poetry!

Previously published in Claus Carstensen 99/00, Borgen 2001