THE MAN WITHOUT GOD

 ***

The man without God

is a piece of trash – the water takes him away

“Let her carry me along!” 

THE MANKURTS SUCK THE SCHMUCK

 

The Rumanians, unwashed first-class mankurts  

reading isn’t really their thing are slow

on the uptake and you have to give them

the pre-chewed morsel in a huff, tired, they

wrinkle up their nose when someone is

heading for them with a gold book where

they are shown that the enemy comes to love

them: for you, cretin, she enshrouds you

in a tepid sentiment, this book is written

and they make grimaces as if they have

got earrings put in and the sadness hangs

them in disgust. “You are mad there’s no

greater horror than the books. All the writers

be hanged upside down in the water closets!”

And they have blocked the printing,

they have blocked the access to the bookstores,

they chased away the writers who don’t kiss

the Sodomites with Sodom’s propaganda

on their ass they sent them to rats’ catching,

the state appointed paid henchmen

to annihilate the ones who don’t write

formal books. For you, fatherland,

shit rains down on you from the high

pleura. All the mankurts seem to have

urinated but the Tirtans put earrings

on them and count their steps

within funeral sounds.       

GHETTO

 

The ghetto of the Rumanians crammed

with hood rats, trapped in the nets

of the libidinous spiders from the West

is maddeningly gyrating as in the centrifuge

of a uranium enrichment facility

their weight, their blood, their scream

are imbued with radioactive ash they are

sprinkled with camphor and blood

from the mines. Spiders with long paws

grasp them by the belly and fertilize them

so that they seem to be descended

from plutonium. From the Rumanian

substance will emerge the most terrible bomb.       

RUMÂNU-I NAȚIE DE CIORȚI

 

***

Rumânu-i nație de CIORȚI

la porțile infernului

umblă unul după altul

să-și taie pleoapele, au toate

calitățile bestiilor scârboase

și nu se spală, se împreunează

cu animalele și-și jertfesc

copiii lui Moloh și-nainte-i

violează; duc o viață simplă,

crudă, aproape de pământ

se grăbesc să-și gâdile călăul

și iadul lor iar se veselește gângav.

THE CANNIBALISTIC MINISTER

 

***

The cannibalistic minister

with harsh voice and harsh garments

ironic eyes has a doll’s face.

To whom may he be useful?

He certifies what?

THE JACKAL FROM SERAGLIO

 

***

The jackal from seraglio

as swollen as a tiger

in the blossoming month of May

with his heart full of blood

he will stay smoking lying

down in the paradise

and bombs will fall on him

like the warm May cherries

then the lights will go out.   

THE NEW JOB, CIORAN

 

***

The new Job, Cioran

at the Jews’ behest  

where he saw a cross

he spat on her with nausea

when he snuffed it the Jews

took him to the grave

with his raised hand saluting

the führer Adolf Hitler

and they spat on him

prior to driving the nails

into the coffin’s lid

and now in the grave

he spits out the bouillon

that his masters helped him to.