At work Poem by Jürgen Rooste

At work



at work
they want me to be
a duracell rabbit

what comes out is the usual guinea pig

at home they expect me
to bustle about
like an eager daddy penguin

and not like your average tipsy bullfinch

but my heart my
heart is free as an onion
a bulb underneath and tops on top

in a gently roaring nordic wind

Translation: Eric Dickens

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