THE NOMADS

 

Hideous, greedy, heinous nomads

chitinous, extremely venomous vipers

are emerging from all the cracks,

from all the holes are creeping

with many feet into all the houses

of our souls are penetrating into the brain

and are drilling holes in it until they make

it Swiss cheese and they are sticking

their eggs, their spawn, their semen

into the galleries until the brain riddled

with holes is no longer good for anything

is like a blob of wax wherein the viper-nomads

are pullulating and the poor Rumanian

is slowly dying plundered, skinned

without knowing in which world he is

and the nomadic vipers are thriving

in his decaying carcass and are settling

happily in the newly conquered vital space

and they are hissing and buzzing, “We are

the salt of this earth.” But the Rumanians

slaves with the arrested mind riddled

with holes are waiting on their tables

serving tasty meals and he serves his

own corpse so that they, the cannibals eat it

while these ones, chewing with a smacking

noise, are asking themselves, “But does he,

the Rumanian the glutton, by any chance,

deserve the effort to be taken into account

and to disturb the future with such a stupid

and indolent guy?”