A dead father would perhaps
Have been a better father. Best of all
Is a stillborn father.
Grass grows ever anew over the border.
The grass must be torn up
Again and again which grows over the border.

I wished my father were a shark 
Which had ripped apart forty whalers 
(And I had learned to swim in their blood) 
My mother a blue-whale my name Lautreamont 
Died in Paris 
1871 unknown

Heiner Müller