To one who was lost Poem by Thomas Boberg

The lense is my eye and my weapon
He, on the other hand, lacked a filter
He interpreted his surroundings
He tried to understand what he was living
because he was afraid of anything he couldn't make out
wanted to transform himself into a fang
and slash himself in his heart while he slept
He was nervous in large crowds
and my very obvious cynicism
made him feverish
God be with you, he said
the day before he vanished

Translated from the Danish by Morten Høi Jensen