X.[Exists a drawing of a starving child] Poem by Eiríkur Örn Norðdahl

Exists a drawing of a starving child
make copies of rib-cages
night-salted gullet-rice

throw shopping-lists into the skidmarks and yawn
how can Iceland become the world's richest nation
while there's still fish on the currency

The employees of the Government
Offices have now eaten and according to
a journalist present from the smell we
can assume it's chinese food.

Translation: Eiríkur Örn Norðdahl