translated by Miqhael-M. Khesapeake
I wasn't born ahead of schedule,
by contraries, I stayed in at warmth one week more,
feeling from within there that disgust I'll encounter
like a knocking at the door.
They extracted me out so forcefully that they told me later
that maybe I was conceived out of magnets and electric current.
They washed me up cleaning all over the blood and blood began to flow.
They didn't sight that barbed wire with thorns
which was supposed to wound later some flesh and clay.
Voice to me, my love, the escape from loneliness,
keep your rancid taste of the first sin
or, perchance, only one single poison drop is gonna pull down the curtain
unto another dying away...
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