Kind of end

Kind of end

The Ritual
* * *
Kind of end
The Paternal Roof

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

AuthorGeorgi Gospodinov
2018-08-21T17:23:34+00:00 November 1st, 2002|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 29|0 Comments