His Majesty First Falsehood Poem by Asko Künnap

A word is closed with a word
a book with a book,
game shows seal
the press shut,
His Majesty - First Falsehood
is framed with ads.
A mottled and devilish moon dawns.

Pain is hidden with pain,
corpses with corpses,
humus grows passions
and several nutritious fruits.
Fingers, wrists are broken
in the chamber of those who answer correctly.
The Early Reaper binds folders.

Flame is encircled by flame,
proof by proof,
at the moment of great treachery,
we see only suited backs,
speaking in stead of the newscaster is
His Majesty - First Falsehood.
A child loads buttons into wagons.

Translated from Estonian by Adam Cullen