Gustaf Munch-Petersen: Naked Human

we lived in days

among soaking wet, whipping sails –

and black nights

in darkness and pouring water –


we wore our hands to bones

on stone-hard, biting ropes –

and the muscles fought in despair

with arms-thick, steel-cold chains –

then we laid hibernating for an hour

like soaking wet, shivering cloths,

dreaming of women and sunshine

and forests and peacefully idyll –


then we were thrown out by the next ones

to the water and the darkness again –