Literature of the Supernational
First, figure out what you can’t avoid.
Then practice transferring desire.
Practice wishing for what you can’t miss.
Imagine a repatriation
That does not involve your own country,
Finally sent home to the unknown.
Imagine you’re from a hot country
Where hearth-side winters seemed fanciful.
Now you’re Canadian? Pray for snow.
Compose an elaborate novel
Full of patriots, never at peace.
Hunger for them to reach a blank end.
Compose a prayer, a hymn as heartfelt
As you can make it. Fill it with praise.
Translate it in your enemy’s tongue.
Be a good romantic. Find ruins,
Preferably recently abandoned,
Burned out or bombed. Yearn to sleep in them.
Be a good Roman. When all hope’s lost,
Declaim stoically, No life is short
While there’s time left to find death.
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