Far in the misty forests of the land,
A manifestation of a curse word
Is uttered for the first time by a
Fisherman returning home...
With no fish to eat.
Later, in that same microcosm
But in centuries to come,
A businessman is with a lady,
Not his wife, and no protection on.
The next morning he leaves Helsinki,
The winter sun is up.
He howls as a wolf as he remembers -
A venereal virus is now in his member.
And the word is uttered again:
'Perkele! '
Resounds in the craggy mountains for millenia.
Like Christ.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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