The heron and its nest

Gasping for air
for underneath the belly
more to consume

So hot and nuanced
a people of higher aspirations
looks beyond materialism

Gasping and drooling
cheek is red and bloodstained
my heart’s a mess

Girly ties to ancestors
the bonds and promises
directly underneath the belly

Hunger and thirst will never end
of this only I am certain
the taste of filthy dishes

I have stalked the heron to its nest
just slowly watching birds
coming of age

About Emil Hjort

Writer, poet and mysticist.
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