1971
You stand below on the pavement
waving
Behind the window the twisted city
Silence like
inside a suicide’s urn
Your back walks straight
My nose smearing
the slime all over the glass
The Termagant
She tells the story of how she threw her daughter, 3 years of age, through a glass panel. Says the little one pissed her off for real. To punish her I shaved her head, too, she laughs, puffing smoke. I want to leave but she opens a bottle of wine, offering me a first-name basis. Three glasses later we’re doing it.
Sensational Journalism
I’m lonely,
during interrogation
the apprehended pensioner
confessed to planting the bomb
adducing further for the court record the following:
My name is Votýpka, but since childhood
everyone calls me Votýpka
I was conceived in a cornfield
or so it was rumoured
father allegedly wore a sprig of lavender
on his hat
My road’s been a weirdly winding one,
I can sign that. I’ve wandered
through moss as high as houses
as the Himalayas…!
What’s new with you
you can tell me next time, dear gentlemen,
Now I’ve got to go
milk the goat
restart the router
drink a cup of briar tea
because I’m lonely
Evening
Overalls glittering on strings like silver
the Sun freefalling into an unknown place
Hungry eyes seek out hungry eyes
A ceramic hand unlocks the door
a voice says this way
The Vltava
Sirens test
and silence afterwards
like in a silent film
The janitress sweetens her tea
tuning the radio
The clatter of heels
Destroying the perfume
Swans flying over the river
grey clouds floating across the sky
Many shall perish underway
Translated from the Czech by David Vichnar