(translated by Hans Martin Enzensberger
in: “Poet Tables – The Poets of the Ruhr Valley”, Wombat Press, Canberra 2003)
Pain is me, oh as is me like that pain
if I all this shit here see
Everything on which I my life built
on which I intimately fully hope trusts
which me since more yonder was joy and comfort
if I to house came from Cologne or Soest
which the most loved sight me ward
if I and my Audi drove up the ramp
which me gave peace and soul peace
because it was in court so hired
(the ceiling panel was whole disquavering
And the color play on observe very much luck-making)
the entrance to my own house
where I was so often involved in and out
me, O fate is unknown
at the pentecost Sunday burned down!