(rib)

I’d like to donate a rib
to an anatomy workshop.
There one finds the giant hearts of butchers and lovers,
the sagging and bloated lungs of smokers,
trumpeters and glass-blowers,
the melancholy innards of drunks,
a tattooed order of a hero (right above the nipple)
and the hands of the last executioner
after the twelfth sentence…
Not another word about the rest of the creatures.
I’d like to donate a rib.
Perhaps something would come out of it —
a fish,
or a woman,
or a branch of
a forgotten tree
gingko…


© Translation: 2000, Yuriy Andrukhovych

From: unpublished


Translated by Vitaly Chernetsky