Fragment of a Poem

Come on let’s pretend that I’m dead.
You’ll call to me, and I won’t answer.
I still haven’t chosen a position.
In any case, it won’t be the pose of a victim.
No, at the beginning
It’s enough to close one’s eyes, mouth, ears, nostrils, pores –
Seal them with wax, stuff them with cotton wool.
Two nickels on the eyelids and a penny between the teeth.
Finally I’ll begin to decompose.
The earth must be black and wormy –
Sand isn’t good enough for this,
Although you can’t say that it’s completely unsuitable.
I’ll change color, odor and form,
And you will rewrite the list of offenses.
You’ll call to me, and I won’t answer,
Afterwards I’ll get up, go out, slam the door,
Walk, ride away, forget and fake it:
I’ll take a sheet and lower myself into the ground,
which has to be warm and clean.
That way, after I crumble,
it will take me in.

FRAGMENT OF A POEM