The monster-in-the-rye



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

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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