Woyzeck and Marie
„und doch hab’
ich so roten
Mund als die
Ich bin nur ein
... when the moon was still moon
the red shard (red like your lips, Marie) alight in the —
a matt black lid
of an abandoned top.
What’s left then?
and splintered eyes.
The undone kiss
and fevered hands.
Oh Marie, we are
but poor human
Note from the author
There is a level of the Büchner’s play "Woyzeck"
which belongs - exclusively - to the oppressed
and the underclass. They are incarcerated by their
social conditions, and are reduced to the mere
“images” or shadows of human beings, criminalized, dehumanized
and deranged. However, this degradation is also true of the human
condition in general in the wake of advanced market capitalism.
The poem seeks to bridge these two realities, illuminating
the incarcerating qualities of both material
and spiritual destitution.
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