Aris Fioretos

1960 / Gothenburg, Sweden

Phantom Poem No. 27

Waddle, waddle, I hear you whisper,
Waddle in the dark, comical
Little apocalyapse, waddle,
Waddle forth.
But it is not easy
To meet your maker,
Calm
As a god,
Thin as cellophan,
Cool, ordinary,
And lethal.
I am not finished.

English translation by Jenny Jochens
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