ConcertYou and I word kin
hemmed by four padded walls
as out there the world mewls ─
rind against the grater. ..
The same void in ribcage and sky: men!
A pair of wings strung at each crossroads.
Cloudy day, concert,
gala of thrummers,
crumbs of the merry, refrains
of moldy zithers (so dear) ─
trifles of memories to come...
(Translated by Justin Vitiello)