–after the Finnish of Jarkko Laine
How sad, everything…
Purple weeds
Growing beside the tracks,.
Candidates on the radio…
Beyond my window
A neighbor, a young man,
Introduces his baby girl
To the ducks.
She makes joyful sounds and claps her hands—
Human beings
Love this world so much
A spirit takes them
When they can scarcely walk.
My radio crackles & the script of ruin
Snicks through the air. El Presidente
His pants stuffed with money
Speaks of evil
In the catalyzed rhythms
Of nursery tales.
How sad to live
As the nation states
Begin to fall—
When denatured and unseen
Children are erased from the books.
Were he alive today
Even John Wayne
Would vomit in the beach grass.
America?
S.K.
Planet of the Blind 