As soon as I walked 
into the Teacher’s Center
I spotted John Trueman
weeping.
“Bernstein, Ida Tennenbaum 
swallowed 
another goldfish—
Tillie
the one 
with 
brilliant colors. I thought 
after 
she devoured Samson 
that was the last 
of her obsession.
Alas, no
she’s troubled
I won’t say 
she’s not
still
Ida’s searching 
for her purpose
in life
we all are, Bernstein, 
and we’re Blessed 
being teachers
to pilot 
students 
to such a pure place.”
Trueman paused
eyes lifted up
toward Heaven
“Well, 
we know for sure
Ida Tennenbaum
wasn’t born
to be
a vegeterian.”                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    