maria barnas
poezie

AS MAMMOTHS DO
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THE LANGUAGE I COLLECT, THESE ENGLISH WORDS
I SEARCH FOR LIKE TEETH IN THE SAND
NO, SHELLS, OR AS I WILL LATER FIND OUT,
ANIMALS. SLUGS APPEAR DARK AND SLOW
WHEN I WASH THEIR PINK AND SILVER
BRITTLE SHELTERS IN THE BATHTUB. I HAVE KILLED SO MANY.

THE NORTH SEA WAS NOT ALWAYS HERE
WHICH IS A RELIEF AND I WILL KEEP
FOR LATER AS A REPLY TO MY GERMAN BOYFRIEND
WHO SAYS IT IS PURE MEGALOMANIA TO WIN LAND FROM THE SEA.

‘IT WOULD BE LIKE THE SWISS ON MONT BLANC
SAYING LET’S CUT OFF THE SUMMIT, WE NEED A TERRACE HERE.’

MEGALOMANIA IS A WORD TO REPEAT.

HE SAYS THE SEA WILL TAKE REVENGE ONE DAY
AND WILL SWALLOW US WHOLE.
HE SWALLOWS THE WORDS ‘JUST WAIT AND SEE’

I THINK IT MATTERS THAT HE IS GERMAN.
GERMANS HAVE NO SEA TO SPEAK OF.
THEIR COUNTRY IS HUGE
EVEN WHEN WE TRY TO MAKE IT APPEAR NARROW
ON THE WEATHER FORECASTS ON THE DUTCH NEWS.

I TRY TO REMEMBER WHERE THE COUNTRIES ARE
ON A REVOLVING GLOBE ON MY DESK.

HOLLAND ONCE CLUNG TO ENGLAND
WITH SOGGY FIELDS AND MUD.
MAMMOTHS STOOD IN THE MARSHES THEY SAY.

WE ARE SIMPLY TAKING BACK WHAT ONCE WAS OURS
I REPEAT.

THEY APPEAR IN THE FORM OF CLENCHED TEETH IN FISHING NETS
AND HOLLOW SHELLS IN THE BATHTUB.
IMAGES I COULDN’T NAME TODAY.

THEY WILL STAY. THE MAMMOTH REMINDS US.
AS MAMMOTHS DO.