Juan Octavio Prenz - PROCRUSTES, 22

The time he has dreaded so has come.
With the first evening shadows
he keeps guard on the usual paths.
He awaits the steps of new victims in vain.
They have chosen (does any other explanation work?)
new shortcuts, which he must discover.
But his walk is always slower than theirs. Can his eyes see?
His deafness should not be mentioned.

Perseverance above all: one should not reject hope.

Some unreliable wisdom still remains:
To come back exhausted and overcome by sleep (as late as possible),
so that no thoughts should appear, and drop onto the bed,
already asleep.

translated by Novica Petrovic