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Dada, fotografie, gedicht, kunst, philosophy, photography, poetry, poezie, surrealism
This morning / or was it the other day?
a dead duck knocked on the door,
and did so several times. //
However,
the door did not give in,
but kicked back instead,
it did so with fierce strength. //
Unused to such movement,
this produced great tension,
a sudden ache, and as a result
the door vomited twice
(pain can do this) and decided
to resign from function.
The owner working in the backyard
was informed the same instant. //
All the while, still,
the dead duck had waited in vain
for a clear answer
at a question left
unspoken, but that was
part of the delivery. //
The owner, a clever person,
saw chances
by hiring the dead duck
for an entrance.
(c) Drager Meurtant, text and image, 25-09-2021
drager-meurtant 