Water

von Tanja Langer

Seven litres the Indians say
Open the windows of the soul
The ways of the water
Are the same all over
They do not love being tamed

Time´s skin does not save any salt
Like your body or mine
Water destroys water gives life
Liquid is called the money
That controls it

Darkly it recovered once the memory of the dead
It had a woman´s face
Now Undine sits on the dry dock
And sirenes live in water bottles
Each one has his own

For the rest is rotten
Nothing in common

The water sleeps 
I listen to the muses
A thousand times filtered and cleared

My brother is a soldier
Nothingness is wearing pinstripes
Sheltering water
Not everywhere

Seven times ten percent
That is our bodies
Depots in depots of this earth
Water
Of love, in-vitro, by nature

You breathe it in and out
We should give a handful
Hoping ourselves for a drop