Till Lindemann's 'Messer' - 'Abtrieb'

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Disclaimer: Poem copyrighted to Till Lindemann. This post does not include photos/illustrations of said poem from 'Messer'. The original German text is also not included. This is only a interpretive translation and accuracy is not guaranteed.




Output

All in white
And under the cold sun
You put yourself
To greet - with tears
What long since had taken leave
Before the scream

The legs
Equalling fanfare
Are pointed to the sky
It already knows where the front is
For the cold forceps
Galloping
And how the thieves
Get there

So you sing
Under the cramps
Your farewell to him
And always-to-be
When there is a small suitcase
Take it with the pink beetles
Then go to the other
And there play with the flies
Where the sun
Burns much, much hotter

Notes: Lines in italics are ones that I'm less sure of than the rest.

Comments: I was perfectly okay with this one until I got to the final six lines. Perhaps there is an extended metaphor to this that I'm missing, but I have no idea what it might be.

Otherwise, I am fairly confident that this poem is about childbirth - though there's no sense in completely pinning it down. Only two poems to go!