Cemetery Man had an eye disease from staring at the cross. Man had a heart disease from making other men stare at the cross. Man had a voice like bells that flew to rome, called the troops to wash his gouty hands in duty. Risk It's cheetahs runnig on a razor’s edge. It's ocean trees on barbed wire island. It's fragrant clouds behind a poison tank. Let's say at seven at the coffee shop. Let’s hope the cheetahs will be there. Surrender to be a concrete man to be a hero to wait for the statue opposite to crumble to concentrate on the shape of things to pass to rat on music to wait for the fall Gerald Jatzek
Gerald Jatzek is a poet and musician from Vienna, Austria, who writes in German and English. He published books for children and adults, short stories, plays for radio and essays. 2001 he got the Austrian State Prize for Children’s Poetry. His books have been translated into Korean and Turkish, his poems have appeared in anthologies and literature papers in Germany, Switzerland, Liechtenstein, Italy, Slovakia, the Czech Republic, Croatia, the Netherlands and the UK. He runs a facebook page on poetry in several languages at https://www.facebook.com/jatzekpoesie/ .