Growl

I’m a fool, I’m shit, I’m a wretch,

I’ll kill any man for sausage.

But open up, please, let us in,

We’ve scratched like beasts for days on end.

I suffer, you hangmen, can’t you see

From urinary incontinency!

 

September 17, 1941.

Karl Marx Factory.

 

Translated by Charles Swank and Matvei Yankelevich.
© and courtesy of Ugly Duckling Presse, 2016.

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