Fallen out of my role as translator,
‘without the mask’ I’m confused &
cannot find translator tools; sitting
quietly in my chair and stare until
taking herbal tea & try to translate
The whiny tone of a complainant,
who seems to cause all of his own
problems, nearly drives me insane,
the idiot continues to enumerate
court cases he had to undertake
How he sued all magistrates for not
acting according to his request, dis-
like grows into disgust, ferociously
chewing I break off a piece of tooth,
self-inflicted injury occurs when
We’re compelled to carry out tasks
we don’t like, discouraged I see the
trouble-maker describes all his inter-
locutors as xenophobes – he creates
xenophones, changing loving people
His negative attitude is changing me
too – becoming the latest xenophobe
in his cosmogony of demons…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem