Vallejo

II


Time     Time.

Noon stanched between night dews.
Bored wisecrack of the barracks killing
time time time time.

Was    Was.

Cocks lyricking scratching in vain.
Mouth of the clear day that conjugates
was was was was.

Tomorrow     Tomorrow.

The still warm repose of being.
The present thinks to preserve me for
tomorrow tomorrow tomorrow tomorrow.

Name     Name.

What is the name of all that wounds us?
Thesame as that which suffers
name name name namE.



trns. by Rebecca Seiferle
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