by Eyþór Gylfason

The present is a pop song
a stillborn party
three chords
on a checkered dance floor

the chorus
devoid of meaning

and that’s why I swill champagne
with a blurry harmony
and toast to the end

The poem is the title poem of Eyþór‘s debutvolume of poetry – called Hvítt suð in Icelandic. The photo is of the poet andmusician Drengurinn fengurinn, from the publishing party.