Saturday
Talk is of yesterday
Saturday
Looking round filled with love
But in chest, hate renting a place
Not yet noon
People out in the heat
For shopping and brunch
(Most women, well-dressed)
A young man on roadside
Wordless but declaring:
"Life's unfair! "
He must be a Cree
Ojibway or their kind.
His brow has a cut
From where? From what?
No stitch, cold blood has dried.
I agree with not-said:
"Life's unfair! "
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem