translated from the Slovenian by Brian Henry
In the Morning
Infidels measure their prey by the length
of an oar. In every sea there’s some
angel in a sunken bell.
One day the Pacific Ocean will vanish.
We’re making a new Pacific Ocean.
It’s an enormous task.
The heat is severe.
The weight of all this water quenches
a bit, but not enough. One
must use symbolism for the launching
This pleases the meek.
Tomcat, kittycat, prey, shoo.
All my life I’ve been counting tiger teeth.
The Murderer’s Hair
A snake appeared and said: the cut
in your mouth is too deep,
I’ll stitch it for you. The snake is a flower. The snake
isn’t ash. If you want to kill people,
you must break worms first. A worm
must be hard so that you can break it
like a woody piece of asparagus. The snake
wasn’t content with this. It dried its
shutters. Chet Baker spits on the floor, then
dies. In the dark wagon, no one noticed
him, we transported gold. Damp and frayed
rags made of jute were on the white heads.
Matryoshka, give me the Siberian
spirit, give me the Siberian flavor.