Translated by: Biliana Kourtasheva
Listen to what that man said
while waiting at the counter
He who came to know everything
is always dressed in black
I don’t drink I commemorate myself
every second you know
such and such number of cells
burst into our brains
every minute dead men
every day funerals
rain and mud drunk gravediggers
I am not a priest but I ought
to be a priest of myself
to wail upon my own death
to be gravedigger and graveyard
fortinbrass of my own body
I don’t drink any more
I commemorate myself
after all we owe ourselves the ritual