TO CONFOUND TIME

 

To confound time

I’m spurred to depart my body’s toil,

before my skin gives way,

before my eyes drown in discharge,

before my arteries keep deflating

with clots and glucose.

 

I’m urged to divest myself of the shadows

that have cleaved to me

and choose the sacred contract with the dead:

 

                        I’ll be there soon.

Book me a place

where nobody asks me anything

But above all,

don’t introduce me to myself.

 

 

Translated by Paricia Gatt