Call It Fate
Somewhere in a ditch the rainwater is separating a dog skeleton from its collar.
In a hospital a baby is born. They cut off one of its two genitals and it screams.
The earthquake cuts the land apart right between your feet and mine.
And the pilot doesn’t get to see his home country from above one last time, when the billowing black cloud obscures his view.
A doctor sells his soul for medical knowledge; he could have made a better deal.
A wall is being built. Yellow signs with black text are hung up. The message cannot be clearer.
Johannes Punkt’s Flaskpost 