look, we intend to croak. but we will just
live on. and on and on and on
and on, wrinkle-free, in a tiny flat
where there is no heating, only gas
where coffee grows old and grows cold
within two minutes. not like in ukraine,
of course – we’ve got some gas – but heating,
there’s neither heating nor even water
that could flood the place, flood it, no,
if only we could have our flood, or blood
but there’s no flood, no wrinkles, no poison
with which to croak and no home to live at
or leave. but there’s gas, at least.
god bless ukraine. oh please let there be gas.
Natalia Smirnova (20th century) Russia
Translated by Natalia Smirnova
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