The monster-in-the-rye

Poetry

 

i'm the monster-in-the-rye
and i eat children


i'm as old
as time


or a tad older
i don't really know for sure


the wind whistles through my attenae
and howls in my eardrums


i have gobs of saddness
and that saddness isn't nice


why should it be
why should it happen


that there is


he
who guards there, up above


who catches children
is already old and tired


and sometimes, the children
get past him and


then i eat them
for i'm the monster-in-the-rye


great, hungry
and pretty


life is said to be my name
death, say others


those fools

Translated by Adam Cullen


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