NotchesEvery shot another notch
—Bang, bang you never miss,
you’re as frisky as a finch—
So they say when someone sires one every year
and even though he can’t even stand on his own feet,
he laughs. the fool, full of an enchanted force
flowing through his being.
History’s murky purpoe
that’ll end up God knows where.
(Translated by Michael Palma)