translation

at once
the night, black and still,
and full of love safely closed behind doors and locks;
i ran it through, i ran it all the way through with my longest
and most wild fight.

i battled the thought, the lisp, the giggle
i picked up my gladius and thought 'bellarum'
my ears licked at the fulsome oink of the night
ein abend geschlossen fur mich

Helas! Helas that he was an adherent of acquisition,
a trader of slaves,
a god dethroned.

We sit in circles and must reduce his feigned greatness, now what with
the exposed, puzzling claims of that human heart.
which shall i believe more?

i think to myself, that the beautiful guerre goes on,
the belle guerillas scramble in the night
for guns and fists and bananas and girls.

und ich, ich liebe das so