ROACH Poem by Lars Gustafsson

That was the same strange word
that I searched for in a dream
and was unable to find.

I awoke
from a dream of a fish
with red eyes

easy to catch with a piece of chewed bread
on a crooked short nail.
A roach, cause of death for Yvonne

Princess of Burgundy
So much more indolent than the beautiful minnows,
those dancers of the warm water near the shoreline.

Yes, this dream was full
of beauty and dance.
And no one in the whole world knew

that roaches are called roaches.