CARDINAL KUHARIĆ AT 9827

by Tomica Bajsić


CARDINAL KUHARIĆ AT 9827

It’s Christmas Eve

and a gang of drunks is tasting bottles of Šipon

and Silvanac at the illegal winery at the cemetery

filling plastic and glass flasks of all sizes

Cars rush over the edges of pavements

Tonight when glassy bones of old men are humming

there’s a draft in the church as someone left

the door open

Grannies are protesting angrily and justifiably so

counting who lit up more of those tiny candles

I would be also lighting tiny candles

and playing dumb

if I were old

They say this pre-holiday shopping frenzy

has been imported from the materialistic West

and that gradually every sense has been lost

of that sacred day when the Word became flesh

but if you ask me it is the poultry that fared the worst

having been decapitated

each and every one of them

Six years ago they fed us ox roast

and now they’re staging mass spectacles for us

with free sausages

and cheap pop stars

Tito fed us a pig’s head

that he stole from the attic

and our stomachs ached afterwards

for decades on end

Now it’s starting to snow and I am also drunk

like the other honest

Croats

Our path to the future is called

national-humanism

— still life

with a pig’s head

— while the Pharaoh

breathes deeply

tucked inside his winter palace

perhaps contemplating another revenge

 

while Cardinal Kuharić is at tel: 9872

— just a recorded Christmas message —

giving no answers.

Translated from Croatian by Damir Šodan

KARDINAL KUHARIĆ NA TELEFONU 9827

 

Badnja večer je

i banda pijanaca degustira šipone i

silvance u ilegalnoj vinariji na groblju

pune se plastične i staklene flaše svih dimenzija

i auti se zalijeću preko rubova ulica

večeras kada šume staklene kosti staraca

u crkvi je propuh jer netko je ostavio

vrata otvorena

babe se opravdano ljute

broji se tko je zapalio više lampica

i ja bih isto da sam star

palio lampice i pravio se

lud

govori se da je ta predblagdanska

potrošačka groznica

uvezena s materijalističkog zapada

i da se gubi smisao

onog svetog dana kada se riječ utjelovila

a meni se čini da je najgore prošla perad

koja je redom ostala bez glava

prije šest godina hranili su nas

pečenim volovima

a sada nam spremaju masovni spektakl

s besplatnim kobasicama i

estradnim zvijezdama

i Tito nas je hranio

svinjskom glavom koju je

ukrao s tavana

i od toga nas je dugo

bolio trbuh

počinje padati snijeg i ja sam isto

pijan kao i drugi čestiti

Hrvati

naš put u budućnost je

nacionalhumanizam

mrtva

priroda sa svinjskom glavom

faraon

duboko diše u spokoju

svoje zimske palače

razmatra možda opet neku osvetu

a kardinal Kuharić je na telefonu 9827

samo snimljena božićna poruka –

ne odgovara na pitanja.