STATE WITHIN A STATE

by Tibor Hrs Pandur


STATE WITHIN A STATE

In South America

I’m tracked

Because of a prayer I speak

Their fires. Everything they reject.

Everything they throw at me. They don’t get

 

I’m a nigger when I dream

Don’t want to put out for bosses

So they’re after me

 

There’s no water in the apartment. No food in the country

Just tissues and trash. We exchange shoes and rings

We follow ourselves through the room

For lunch we chop our dicks into a bowl

Dogs bite our foreheads. We watch ourselves in mirrors

Our wounds: Grey red black pink

Irises like pigeonfolk. And purple streaks down bodies

 

People traffic human flesh

I hear them, they’re coming for me

Cops stop me in a cab. They’re all in it together

They turn me into a piece of meat

I see my spine

My nerves in the breeze

From "Internal Affairs"; Translated by Jasmin B. Frelih, THP & Jeffrey Young

DRŽAVA V DRŽAVI

V Južni Ameriki
Me zasledujejo
Zaradi molitve, ki jo govorim
Njihovi ognji. Vse, kar nočejo
Vse, kar mečejo vame. Ne dobijo

Ko sanjam, sem črnc
Nočem nastavljat šefom
Zato me lovijo

V stanovanju ni vode. V državi ni hrane
Samo robčki in smeti. Čevlje si menjujemo in prstane
Hodimo za sabo v sobi
Za kosilo si v sklede režemo kurce
Psi nam grizejo čela. Gledamo se v zrcala
Naše rane: sive rdeče črno roza
Zenice kot golobarji. In vijolična barva čez telo

Ljudje preprodajajo človeško meso
Slišim jih, pome prihajajo
V taksiju me ustavi policija. Vsi sodelujejo
V kos mesa me spremenijo
Vidim svojo hrbtenico
Živce v vetru

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