‘you alone sit down at that table / facing the houses you tried to inhabit’
Translated from the Galician by Erín Moure.
‘his balance / between person and / abstraction’s so stirring I want no other token for anything can happen’
we are seen by the world / what must be seen
‘oh dirty feet blood-clotter / oh grease monkey clod-hopper / oh cloud-devourer spit’
‘that huge cobalt industrial complex eye / how can anything be that big’