Information from the press:
"Both delegations afterwards placed wreaths
on the tomb of the Unknown soldier."
And what did the Unknown soldier think?
The claque leading, and after them the virtuous families
and an armful of chrysanthemums, black blazers
and the hero's wife under her lover's arm.
Bouquets in hands and mourning armbands,
Gawk here before the gate
The smell of the dance hall has stuck to them
with put on pain
Why are you gaping there?
Kiss my arse!
What then, do you think,
that I'm waiting for this?
Why are you gawking there?
Piss off home!
You build monuments,
please tell me, for who?
Once in a while, the gentlemen show mercy and come to kneel
It's embarrassing, when with masterful poses
they try to weep.
Then they rise and the music plays
a miserable song, and once more
they pathetically gulp above the grave with the lantern.
Why are you gaping there?
Are you trying to sigh?
What then, do you think,
that I wanted to die?
We're sick of the brass1,
why do they keep crawling here?
Screw your flags!
I wanted a priest!
I feel the best,
when cats on my grave,
caterwaul in the night
which with those,
who shoot at each other,
have nothing in common.
Miaowing softly and never begging
It doesn't serve heroes, no wreaths
it brings to the tomb of the Unknown soldier
How much are they paying you for this idea?
Go and rather sleep with your hookers!
What are you telling me?
That I'd go again?
Gladly?
Are you waiting for an answer? Fuck off!
Yeah, fuck off!
1. High-ranking officers