A Portrait Of Emptiness Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

A portrait of emptiness

I got a book sent from a Sunday paper it is in written
Portuguese and tries to tell the story of a man who -
as the folklore goes- was the only person in the whole
world born evil. I look at his face it is early middle aged
and he does not smile the way a politician should and
I do not think his speeches began with a joke.
He wears a windbreaker that has a slight military cut,
the thumb of his right hand is partly hidden by the rest
of his fingers, on his left hand, he has a manuscript to one
of his speeches and behind him mountains and fog.

I stare at his face his body stance and try to detect an aura
of evil and of his mesmerising personality I see nothing
It is said that when he was nearing sixty years of age he
took his and his mistress`s life, oh yes his name was Hitler.