Some things can barely
be imagined.
At least he has the trade I taught him.
They say his job,
when he’s not being punished,
is sewing clothes
of fine linen
with trimmings.
How is it possible
that he is no longer a child
but a man, young and old
at the same time?
Fifteen or sixteen, more or less
his verses wasted
his mind just a feather
stitched onto someone else’s
fancy hat.