Polish table well set. On tablecloths made of banners
Of sweat, honey, blood – millennial embroidery sparkles.
King, chancellor, priest, farmhand and hussar were eating at this table.
Strand were provided by Turk, German added workshop and ‘kraft*’.
Lithuanian lined Lach’s insouciance with tenacity
Wild heart’s longing was brought by Cossack, sadness by Jew;
Italian worked Latin maxims into patient fabric.
Triggering esthetical crack with Cyrillic.
Penelope of nations – was unraveled everything which she weaved.
Wooers’ greed fulfilled her fate;
Before heartless Deianira took the job
Sewing funereal robes for multitudes of Herculeses – on the stakes.
So I’m feasting on funereal-broad glitter,
When from straw behind the boots we are grabbing ours spoons.
Maybe not like back in the days, not as fatly, not as richly
But – on our land we reach to chalices and bowls!
The great appetite is being caused by fresh nation pie.
Sturdy cowbane tincture hurls spark into the brushwood of souls.
We chew particulary bloody guts
And for church’s vetos – we rise cake to our mouths.
For gentle guts, too full-bodied this food is,
In heads, where brain brims over – you can’t pour to the top!
Torsos shake in judders on golden dinnerware,
From fishy lips – stuffing’s grapeshot, in rumps with roar unravels the stitch!
Despise brothers will whoever lets the drop out of their mouths off the track:
He won’t regain his stand among their faces;
They will take his place immediately after he falls out off his chair
Lascivious stomachs with appetite for spread on credit.
Unsuccessful is the feast that ends consciously,
If guests won’t fall into cavernous depths,
When one after another will manage to recall
Who have beaten his face, who broke his nose, knocked out tooth.
Well, let’s eat and drink, seize the opportunity
Because God only knows when table will set itself again!
They will remember about us in Europe and Asia
How one who gets worldly angry, who got poisoned by history!
Europe and Asia! Malmasia miasms!
Carousel and slaughterhouse! 'Paysage idéal!'**
Hypocrisy of finesse! For amnesia – fantasy!
Day by day resurrection – mass, penance and ball!
*ideal landstace
**force