Our father who
aren’t in heaven
or hell
dear brother
he lives
down the road
he parts nothing
but hair
and women’s legs
he flips a switch
for light
and says
let there be a bill
he was born
of no virgin
and will die
to serve worms
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sardonic in nature, with an underlying sense of wry humour. Don't wish to read too much into this, so I won't. Case in point, an alternate title might have been, 'The Licentious Barber.' ; -)