The story of our life
still they sleep: the lancers and bowmen: of Queen Esmeralda:
still they sleep: the eternal slumber of enchantment: strewn
like breadcrumbs: defenceless even though armed:
disarmed by a weird beautiful vision: what did they see?
What did they see, the gallant warriors of Good Queen Esmeralda?
What did they see in the weird castle of Klika the witch: what did they see
with eyes carried off by the memory of their loves:
bent over the home kettle, cooking a stew of hope for
their countrymen strewn like breadcrumbs? what did they see
roaming the castle corridors in vain: the ruined joinery workshops:
cellars and places of dark: oh: a city wholly of pink glass:
a place where the rays of the sun played with all of the rainbow’s hues:
they overlapped: they crossed the world like the fabled battleship
Aurora: and heavenly music was heard in stereo: Dolby system:
digital tuners: wide screen video projection: stroboscopes:
laser beams: a half-naked young girl: she was gazing
into the distance: where her astral lover bent over her:
in Nike tennis shoes: and said: you must dance with a whole heart:
you must make love with the whole body: and the world was suddenly
a transparent glass ball: where all happens simultaneously: for love alone
one must fight to the last breath: and the good warriors
of Queen Esmeralda understood everything.
© Michal Habaj, translated by John Minahane