Poetry

I translate poetry
it’s a futile task, but
I get a mark per verse
It’s 96 marks, if I’ve counted the verses well.
And, of course, if I’ve translated them well.
It’s 96 loaves of bread and 96 bags with photos of
football players, unless the prices continue
to rapidly grow and follow the general crisis.
I think I wouldn’t get a single loaf nor
a bag nor a mark
for no verse
if I lived 96 years
and if I would be certain it was not too much.