You who pray to god Mammon
convinced of being divinely untouchable.
You who walk upon the water
keeping faith in the inexorability of the force.
You avaricious, ascetic in every calamity.
Let all the punishing places fall silent.
Let them renounce their closing statements:
convicts sentenced to death,
pilgrims in deserts,
hermits in caves and shrines.
Armies and soldiers, rackets and drones.
Lickspittles and nod-alongs, suck-ups and sycophants.
Patriarchs and popes.
Vicarious episcopes and hieromonks.
Miraculous icons, myroblyte.
Monasteries and mosques.
You who tread the path of righteousness
starving, thirsting, stripped of everything.
Fall silent, wordmongers!
Take away all the wrong words from dictionaries.
Rip out alveoles from throats!
You, fires started from the dust of the gold-winged one.
You, amber clouds!
Fall silent, TV illusionists,
angels of emptied transcendence.
Let the films be without titles and colors,
books without covers and content.
Fall silent, pharisees and dictators!
Genocides and wars, crimes and punishments.
You, calamities and illnesses.
You, deaths and you, decays.
You, nothingness and you, transience!
You, principles of a time, you, lying zeitgeists.
You, city squares and execution sites.
You, serums and deathly viruses.
Fall silent already.
(Mutate into nothing.)
In Belgrade, November 5, 2024
Translated by Danijela Lekić