so i’ve been working on translating some french poets lately, and this one i am particularly proud of…

this century has the borrowed violence of war
me, who was born the one and risen under the other
in the trail of the wind i try and i preach
a gospel of arrogance and misery
small, i wobbled like a warhead
in my hand the loudspeaker made speak the stones
my cries roused as i rode the frontiers
i was a nazi in the balls and my soul was jewish