Winternacht
Gedicht von Ralf Hilbert
Ein Tier ist
im Zimmer,
das frißt
zwischen den Schenkeln;
es friert
weit nach gestern,
schlag dich
in deine Haut,
die alte, durch
den Schnitt
überm Herzen,
ein kalter Zug.
Was sich löst,
wird ein Gebet,
wird ein Gedicht,
man findet es
morgens bei dir,
Flecken von Rotwein
und Brand,
neben dem Brot
vom Abend.
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