Beach by the hospital

by Martina Vidaić


Beach by the hospital

you exist because of hospitals,

like hollow books for unite furniture in a showroom.

kitchens are decorated with plastic fruits,

surgeons are decorated with blood.

 

your own tissue has conspired against you.

the revolt was put on a platter,

round and final like a medal won.

well-deserved,

you ran and came first.

 

then you, tired, stretched on the beach.

women tourists provokingly displayed their tits,

each had two at least.

sea left no room for the dead at the table,

it immediately filled the hole,

equally at the service,

sick-nursing kind-heartedly, unfeeling

like poetry.

© translated by Iskra Pavlović

Plaža pored bolnice

ti postojiš radi bolnica,

kao šuplje knjige radi eksponatog regala.

kuhinje se ukrašavaju plastičnim voćem,

kirurzi se ukrašavaju krvlju.

 

vlastito se tkivo urotilo protiv tebe.

pobunu su postavili na pladanj,

okruglu i konačnu kao osvojenu medalju.

zasluženo,

trčala si i stigla prva.

 

zatim si se izmorena ispružila na plaži.

turistice su izazivački izložile sise,

svaka je imala najmanje dvije.

more nije ostavilo mjesta mrtvima za stolom,

odmah je popunilo rupu,

jednako stojeći na usluzi,

bolničarski dobrodušno, neosjetljivo

kao poezija.

© Martina Vidaić