Vagabond Multilingual Journal Spring 2005 | Page 23

Tower of Ivory Pillow*
This bed that I lie on A notebook by my head of course And my pen of in?nite ink Could be my--Fatherland! Red in Chicago White in Vienna Forest-colored at home A pillow, and a blanket To the one who doesn’t have them Life is no good Neither will death solve it! Your head on the pillow, And not to have a thing to think about How horrible! While shivering in front of your window Humanity, animals and the forest From your wrath Without thinking “What’