Dro[eh]nen aus dem rostigen Kellerherzen [English translation]

From below, emerging from still more distant depths

A throbbing goes through my body more than my ear

On the way down, the walls lose

decorations and wallpaper and glamour

I cannot sweat, although it grows warmer

Did Jonah feel the same deep within the whale?

Like veins pushing toward the surface,

The pipes go through the structure,

As though they wanted to keep the flesh on the body

like the bones of man’s cathedrals

A furnace beats, pulsating in the cellar

A furnace like the heart of an animal!

I had never penetrated so far before

I just wish, it would have stayed that way

I just wish, it had never happened

I wish so much that I hadn’t seen it

I wish its beat had come to an end

I would love to close my eyes tight

Yet I left my eyelids behind

The heart occupies the furnace, a hatch

of steel easily opening up, and in the gap

There lives something that lurks, alien and greedy

Consisting of innumerable parts

Almost like a swarm of bees, boundlessly old

Disorienting and disoriented at the same time in the dark,

so it seeks a way, to spread

The pipes start to roar softly

From depths, that are rooted in other worlds

A knocking, still timid, yet incessant

Rings like a Morse code off the wall

A relentless poking-evil question

I pray, that I do not know the answer

I hope, that I don’t know the answer

I beg, that I am not the answer

A roaring

from the cellar.

A groaning

from the dream.

A beat,

getting faster.

Chasing you

through time and space.

Bodiless. Calamity. Judgement: Ruinous.

Unwomanly. Underbelly. You stay trapped.

Lower. Miracle. Wounds. Ruinous.

Heating. Spreading. Spitting tongues and snakes.

Like bells

deepest hearts.

No curls,1

only rage.

The mouths

to eradicate.

The wailing of

the new brood.

Asbestos. A nest. Wetted walls.

Interwoven. Bonded. Lifeless life.

Interconnected. Horrified. Injured hands.

Welded together. Derailments. Promise of tremors.

A teeming

there in the shadows.

Moldy

damp hair.

The thousands

are not rats,

Dwelling there

year after year.

A surge

As from waves.

Deceived

about its misdeeds!

The cries,

how they shrill.

No forgiveness.

No understanding.

1. of hair

• Artist:ASP