Of Bureaucracy

I love bureaucrats.
Just the thought of their titles
makes them invulnerable.

All of life and destiny
has been placed in their hands -
for as long as they’re there.

Bureaucrats polished by their eight hours,
their days off and the scent of annual parties
from six to eight.

How could I not love their wives
when they expect
nightly, after dinner
a fresh fear
a renewed hate for the divisional head?

You who read me, sister or brother
love your bureaucrat.

So that he doesn’t become
an irreparable evil.

Traslated from Spanish by Rowena Hill