Vanity of vanities - all is vanity" (Ecclesiastes)
Another numb Narcissus -
(Or archetypal Adonis)
Works out each and every day;
In front of a myriad of mirrors;
In his one room apartment;
On the outskirts of town.
Pumped full of steroids;
Filled with dumb bell delusions
Of action hero physique.
He glances in mirror 1,
At his muscular body
Of steel and raw iron.
The glint in his eye
Reveals a kind of cold splendour
For he only ever sees
The image he desires,
But never the Truth
The nature of his obsession.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem