Ballad Of The Little Boy Who Invented The Universe (from the After Spicer Series)

BALLAD OF THE LITTLE BOY WHO INVENTED THE UNIVERSE

A Translation for Chandra Shukla

Jasmine flower and a bull with his throat slashed.

To be allowed sound just like water. This architect.

A prisoner of war is my grandmother. Infinite sidewalk

And my grandmother escapes like the sound in a box.

If the manner of meeting is soft

The manner we rest on a city, our pavement beautiful

And flash and flash of sun the way her meeting

Is the course, now leave this evening there.

But noise is right like water

And the noise travels by yes, it is my Real Name

And I have none and we are the same anxiety

Impatient, we’re all depressed enough.

Between the adaptation calibrated audaciously

And I’m better because I never went home or

Wrong-headed intent, how can you say—

You can say someone is incredibly human.

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