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The King’s Death Enriches the Glance
English Version
I lie down on the railroad tracks
five-foot six long dark hair
the yellow shoes have begun to float
MAYBE THERE’S A LAKE DOWN BELOW
the gypsy woman shouts she casts the fishing net
a large silk slip
under it moles jiggle about a bit of haunch
in the dim photograph
YELLOW BRINGS PEACE TO THE DEAD
BLACK REFRESHES THE MEMORY
STAY RIGHT THERE I’LL BE COMING TO YOU
she’s covered her suckling babies
in a hut of flowers
SOME PEOPLE’S DEATH BRINGS LUCK
THE KING’S DEATH ENRICHES THE Glance
her tongue smoothed the grass blades
MALCIAITE! put these little suckers in a row
THE DARK-HAIRED GIRL’S SHOES ARE FULL OF TREASURE
THEY’VE BEGUN TO BURN
(it could be a fire fueled by excessive silence)
shouting over her shoulder the gypsy woman rushes ahead
IF I DON’T COME BACK
IT’S HER FAULT
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