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Debris
 
On an amazingly quiet rock
a hammer hits the top
of a washed-up pillar
 
do planks follow the origin
of the wind for days on end
 
howling from the sea or breezes
blowing clapping waves
 
there is a man with nails between his teeth
his spattered sleeves follow the hammer
the lee takes cover behind his back.
 
 
 
 
translated by Michele Hutchison