

TranslationChain Poem 1HomesickTranslationChain Poem 1
"Do not cry in front of them," my mother said. "It worries me." While I walk away and wipe the tear clean, my legs act stupid, my legs, glowing like the surface of the stones. From my empty hands the teacher takes the cadle, and the other children laugh.
Behind the arms of the stars they play in the garden, sunny and warm. But I stay here, as my mother told me. Beneath the window swim the fishes, behind glass, back and forth. They merely follow their own story.
I feel the water with a finger. Now a finger more. T


The dying of the fairies.We have been dying for some time. Some say it is the children, that they do not believe. They say they have forgotten childhood, that they have forgotten how to play in the streets with scrapes on their knees, like we did and do, still. Others blame the clouds of poison that roll across the earth, carried by dark winds across the country. Some blame the metal of the modern world, the iron that is everywhere you turn these days. There is even iron in the air, and we breathe death with each lungful of it. The flying ones among us say the skies are turning gray. They say they can see flames and blue sparks everywhere they go.The dying of the fairies.
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GoliathIt's 3 AM and in the hallway, Goliath pats a kitten, crying 'sorry'Goliath
sobs into his beard and stinks of whiskey, piss, frankincense and demons.
I hear he gathers cats in cardboard boxes; feeds them milk and crumbs and cares for them, throws pebbles at the stray dogs barking in the night.
I have seen his hands; they are a carpenter's.
It must be hard for him: the way he loves those cats, the way his hands keeps breaking their backs.
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