i enter a room
and discuss
law
there is nothing
there
except law
no one sees me
except law
no one amazes me
except law
and everyone thinks
that all my nerves
and flesh and bones
and even my
organ of reproduction
are nothing but laws
what they see is
only the hard core of myself
the carapace of
of a blue crab
and that i must have loved
only sand
and the waves that constantly
erase what
law has written
they want to find if
i have a heart
someone finally asks
if i have any
and where must have i placed it
hoping to find
the soft part of
my turgid
existence
it makes me
egoistic at times
when questions like
these are
asked
i've lost my ego a long long time
ago
and i lost it when
poetry was born
i do not know exactly when
but even if by chance
a memorandum shall tell me
how can i ever tell you?
what you shall see perhaps
is a spatter of water
coming from
a broken
bowl of glass
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem