Blinking its cloudy eyes
The owl at the end of the mind
Sits in its cowl of feathers
A seer, crippled and blind
Its dainty beak is tipped
With torn strips from the past
Its head, a tethered Janus
Has weathered winter’s blast
The owl at the end of the mind
Greets time with a loud ‘Huzzah’
Beyond the Domain of Reason
It feasts on life’s viscera
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem