New York (rap)

        

the street serpent drags its booms, raps & neon lights

devours a real that accumulates its dust

above us, layers

of civilization without end and without exit

 

and the running over of all emotion

restricted

to a dog, eyeing, perplexed,

sixth avenue

 

the artificial fog

of the clandestine Korean restaurants underground

mixes with the traffic, transit, gasp –

escapes from the steam and embraces

the sign, red letters, where you read

 

DON'T WALK DON'T WALK DON'T WALK

 

that disappears in the stupid white of a grey sky

 

no chance for Shelley, Keats,

no haiku possible here –

except the inhuman screams, anonymous thoughts, urban grunts

 

of a man who has just gone mad.

 

Rodrigo Garcia Lopes (Translated by Marco Alexandre de Oliveira)

 
 

 

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