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Hedley, Leslie Woolf: Autopsy report on the body of a famous general

Portre of Hedley, Leslie Woolf

Autopsy report on the body of a famous general (English)

See
there is a river running through him
stuffed with pictures like a reel of film
unwinding

he seems to have miles of death in him
he flows so easily
and all medallion victories disappear

our knife locates no conscience
no crucifix god leaps angrily out
waving a battleflag

nothing comes out but bourbonblood

he never really had a name flesh
or a pound of love in his liver
empty him of his nothingness

see
his muscles quiver at our prodding
and we explore his red wet kingdom
finding no feeding inner man
for all is waste all is swamp

his fingers stiffen on parade
and blue veins whiten
like attentive West Point cadets                   

see
his head falls back open valise

his adam never had an apple
and his skull spills white lard of armies
marching into sewers of limbo

a flick of blade
his eye squeaks of a burning city
like a fading TV tube                                   
and all memory banks enter bankruptcy

see
he was a plunderer educated to plunder
death was a constant cousin to him

who knows
maybe we are twins dying of the same sickness

who knows
perhaps we may not be able to survive him?



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Izveštaj sa obdukcije tela slavnog generala (Serbian)

Vidi
preko njegovog tela slikama ispunjena
reka kruži kao odmotana
filmska traka
 
čini se dužina smrti u njemu miljama se meri
tako lako struji
i isčezle medalje pobede
 
naš skalpel nije naišao na savest
iz njega ne iskače razapeti bog razdraženo
mašući zastavom rata
 
ništa ne curi tek burbonska krv
 
ni trunke ljubavi nije imao
u svome mesu ili jetri je
samo praznina ništavila
 
vidi
duž naših rezova podrhtavaju mu mišići
istraživajući carstvo njegovih crvenih sokova
nije nađena ljudska hranjiva nutrina
sve je samo jalova moćvara
 
prsti su mu kao na paradi ukočeni
plave vene kao učtivi kadeti
Vest Pojnta pobelele
 
vidi
njegov natrag pala glava je otvoren telećak
 
njegova jabučica nikad nije imala jabuku
a prema tremu pakla iz njegove lobanje
prosute bele masne horde marširaju
 
trzaj oštrice
njegove oči o spaljenim grdovima svedoče
kao zamagljene slike s nekog TV-kanala
i svako sećanje je besmisleno
 
vidi
bio je za plačku obrazovan pljačkaš
smrt mu je bila verna rođakinja
 
ko zna
možda smo blizanci koji od iste trpije umiru
 
ko zna
možda nećemo biti sposobni njega preživeti?



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