New York Poem by Valzhyna Mort

new york, madame,
is a monument to a city

it is
TA-DA
a gigantic pike
whose scales
bristled up stunned

and what used to be just smoke
found a fire that gave it birth

champagne foam
melted into metal
glass rivers
flowing upwards
and things you won't tell to a priest
you reveal to a cabdriver

even time is sold out
when to the public's 'wow' and 'shhh'
out of a black top hat
a tailed magician
is pulling new york out
by the ears of skyscrapers
TRANSLATED BY FRANZ WRIGHT