Come, she said, the Geiranger Fjord
below us is thousand meters deep.
If you were to disappear in it,
who would notice, I ask you?
Come, she said, the Briksdal glacier
above us has sky-blue cracks.
If you were to disappear in it,
in thousand years they would fi nd the fi rst Slavic mummy.
Come, she said, the narrow city lanes
lead directly to the sea.
If you were to disappear in it,
who would remember, I ask you?
Come, said the diplomat, behind us,
chalets in thick woods are expecting us
heated by our forgetfulness; we’ll keep adding
logs, one by one, taking off masks,
one by one…
Are you Death
or a secret messenger with an envelope
sealed in Bratislava hell?
11 November 1995