Ghost Ship

the day is shorter
the sundial stands
hourless in the rain


the sanatorium emerges
from clouds
like a vast passenger liner


the columns of black trees
drip with water and moonlight


the sanatorium sails away
with the November mists


it rocks
its windows darken one after another
it plunges into shadow
into sleep


only below
underground
the devil's lit the old stove
in "Little Hell"


don't be afraid
it's only a late-night spot
a cafe


the saved and the condemned
their cheeks flushed
lap up what's left of life


the fever rises
and everything whirls
in a dance of death
um die dunklen Stellen der Frau


the ghost ship
runs aground


From: Noyk Profesora [The Professor's Penknife], Wydawnictwo Dolnoílskie, 2001


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