by Roberto Bolaño, trans. by D. Matus
Strange fair trade Dropping hair
and teeth The old ways of education
Wonder at complacency (The poet does not want
to be more than the others) Neither wealth nor fame
nor even poetry Maybe this is the only way
to have no fear Settle into fear
as one who lives in mediocrity
We all have ghosts Simply
waiting in the ruins for someone or something
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