Ivigtut

Gustaf Munch-Petersen: The Lowest Country

the hundred men

dig out stones

for eleven hours –,

and fill great ships

and foreign stock-holders,

for whom they don’t give a shit –

(eleven hours – )

 

and the hundred men

pour champagne

into souls,

which the city of longing

ought to fear,

and couldn’t fill

two years ago –

 

and the hundred men

travel home

(after two or three years )

with longing

heavy as piles of stones

and unpredictable like icebergs –

 

and the hundred men

sail back and forth

(as long as they can )

with their mysterious souls,

which they can’t

give a shit –