this morning
everyone looking like someone else
or their reincarnations
Burl Ives, Col. Sanders & Santa Claus
3 tramps chatting
on a park bench
served tea
by Catherine the Great
Elizabeth the first and second wash the cups
General Custer, Lenin & Lennon
got on at Leicester Square
got off at Piccadilly Circus
Jesus Christ
preaching that
HE WILL COME AGAIN
John Hurt
looking like a John Hurt lookalike
incognito as himself
'Are you him..? ' the woman gasps
''Are you really him! '
'Not really! ' Mr. Hurt replies
Two more Hurt lookalikes
come in for coffee
outnumbered by Hurts
real Hurt
lookalike Hurts
looking from one to the other
real Hurt
asks the lookalike
for his autograph
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem