[Lyric] Furniture out of Doors (Gunter Grass)

Who up-ended the garden seat?
Now here it lies, useless and green,
stammers with four proven legs,
looks for the proof in the air.
Stand it up again. As before
to sit beneath the summer,
drink tea with an aunt and break
biscuits, holy wafers.

No, this summer is done for,
The aunt is feeding white worms,
the biscuits are crumbling and fit
into no inherited pyx.
Also, you're drinking your tea
too hot, on the point of leaving,
rushed, with defensive glances
to the left, to the right, to the left.

Once up-ended, garden seats
stand vacant, concious of autumn,
between wet gooseberry bushes,
occupied only by rain, departure, the
sentence cut short,
by the moon which never stands still.