…Angel Blood…

(fall)

I want to drink from you, you old witch

you stopped waving your angel sword around long ago

when laying the dagger down you changed it to a fork with a missing tine

you dip it into a half-mouldy tin can

and you chose to quench my thirst

at meeting me but I have been wandering since

and I am not a native to know

the root of which tree could quench my thirst

moulted-winged time with an ugly face

while falling you got skinned

a hump thrown at you by the commander for me

you betrayed the heavenly armies

captain in Gabriel’s army now a gypsy wandering about

you were guilty of wishing to be a human

you wanted to crawl through dust and cast off the clouds

from your shoulders to understand me

I may only be a strange show-off to you

why am I blind like a bat

cower comically and my head knocks against

the wall in the light at every planned step of mine

I thirst for you, you old earthly witch

you heavenly-lived you did not drown

for the Danube threw you out a mile from

your scaffold you were found guilty

in show trials robed figures ordered

your fate of death by firing squad

but the bullet missed you and you fell

into the river again you have been washed ashore

twice already for water does not drink angel blood

and earth does not mingle with your kind either

you have folded your wings up and carried them with you

in a large suitcase ever since

the witch

was standing at the junction of a busy road

waiting for me I think

I drew the Fall card on the small table

many things never turned out

I bought a camper van and kept it on the roads

I thirst for you please offer your blood to me

for I know that otherwise I cannot survive

a fall so long ahead of me

a minute ago I sat down next to

the large window of the roadside diner

coffee smells nice angel wings drawn by the cream

steaming in it rain beating against the window

(Translated by Ágnes Megyeri)