Phantom Poem No. 27 Poem by Aris Fioretos

Phantom Poem No. 27

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Waddle, waddle, I hear you whisper,
Waddle in the dark, comical
Little apocalyapse, waddle,
Waddle forth.
But it is not easy
To meet your maker,
Calm
As a god,
Thin as cellophan,
Cool, ordinary,
And lethal.
I am not finished.

English translation by Jenny Jochens

Tuesday, October 11, 2016
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Aris Fioretos

Aris Fioretos

Gothenburg, Sweden
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