What about lending me a penny?
The first foot.
Can you lend me a penny?
The second foot
and so on, four six eight ten
and what not
the question running from foot to feet
Then the other one: use?
The first foot.
Use and what for?
The second foot
and so forth, eleven thirteen fifteen
and on
the question as a useless answer
-lacing up the shoes
even thousands
odd thousands
-two living beings lost around
on the room wall
aiming to a not well known tour, no claim maybe
who knows
I think that's the very sense of man:
so just earlier
before the cat might do
I stopped them
something wrong in that fate of theirs
really unsuspectingly
I killed the two by my slipper truth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem