I see someone
Hurry
To light the candle over
The story of my life
Unfinished.
The cemetery is full
of hasty conclusions,
epitaphs
placed in a hurry,
Approximate faces
Over definite events.
There is also a priest,
A mad one – some say –
Who blesses the crushing.
I’m the clay
of the oaks that will be born
The real coffins.
English Translation by Zorin Diaconescu