Friday, 5 February 2021

an icelandic economist in soho - Sjón

orange tents
sprout up
around the pub

and he wonders
if the flies that seek his beer
are real

*

the world’s economy is governed by a giant infant
that extends between the oceans

when it cries the shares fall one after the other

like snow buntings
over snow
in a snowy winter
like snow buntings
over a snowy winter
on snow
like snow
over snow buntings
in a snowy winter
like snow
over a snowy winter
on snow buntings
like a snowy winter
over snow buntings
on snow
like a snowy winter
over snow
on snow buntings

and the change in his pockets grows lighter

*

the gust of wind
that crosses the square
and is meant for him alone

it opens the tent flaps
so that the listening device
comes into view

and he wonders
if the girl at the cash desk
isn’t a bit mechanical in her movements

Sjón [Sigurjón Birgir Sigurðsson] (born 1962) Iceland
Translated by David McDuff

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