I met a suicidal penguin today,
he wouldn’t talk to me
despite my badgering
I asked him
his age
and told him I felt
the world still needed
many penguins
still he was silent
all he wanted to do
was play chess with me,
(poorly I might add)
I couldn’t decide
whether or not to let my
suicidal penguin beat me
at chess
I was robbed of the decision
when he stood
and left,
still silent
leaving me alone
silent,
and still
pondering the penguin
suicidal.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
how wonderful how the mind works flips into images never thought before giving the world a poem to savor with a smile fine work