Translations
By Sam Lewis
By now I can translate a dog’s bark.
I can translate hillbilly,.
I can translate factory.
I can translate stock car racing.
I cannot translate cat and never could.
I can translate drunkard but I cannot translate a drug addict.
Though, I wish I I could.
I know no foreign languages.
I am beginning to translate American crow.
His melancholy noon-time lament breaks my heart.
Sometimes I can translate my wife
And sometimes I hear only chirps and whistles like from a porpoise.
I don’t know why.
But the hardest translation of all is my own self.
It might as well be a series of dots and dashes.
I cannot tell if it is from a ship in distress on a dark ocean
or a dirty joke from the telegraph operator.