Under the centuries-old snow piles of funny biblical stories,
Of lecherous Orthodox and gluttonous Catholics, (*)
Abandoned war trenches and burning anthills - (**)
Eternal Spring in a solitary confinement cell.
Under houses and city squares flooded with people,
Under the deserts of human crowds, fetid churches,
Red-hot dicks and hungry vaginas -
Eternal Spring in a solitary confinement cell.
Through mirrors serving as a refuge, vocabularies,
Blasphemous little thoughts,
Drunkard’s last coins not yet spent on drinking,
Abundantly manured cemeteries and vegetable gardens -
Eternal Spring in a solitary confinement cell.
A flock of sparrows,
a pitch-dark, piercing, predatory, desperate flock,
is screaming inside me.
Centuries upon centuries of piles of snow,
War hospitals, prehistoric men,
Poetry, medications,
Bread and circuses (***)
showing mandatory underground medical procedures
prescribed to all the crooked and hunchbacked, (****)
Eternal Spring in a solitary confinement cell.
A flock of sparrows,
a shrieking, teeth-baring, hoarse, frantic flock,
is screaming inside me.