Kvar Dag

And here you are, still beating
Time with your bushy eyebrows,
As Hauge once imagined

Browning. Ah, old white men all,
Mostly dead now. Who needs you?
Well, presumably, you do.

Where would you be without you?
You’re okay here by yourself.
No one minds someone who asks

For nothing, you know. You know
You’re fine so long as you don’t
Ask anyone else to love

What you compose, to admire
You with your bushy eyebrows
Keeping time as it beats you.