The Death of Diana

I’ve written several lines     not quite to the point
on the princess
time is a second-rate     it is only in yesterdays
the princess can die     and be crushed
by matter     packed into one instant
her death     obliterates her obscure enemy
—youth, everything
begins from this moment, just as a butterfly
is more beautiful pinned and mounted

the princess is dead     a vulgar dream
tails the blood component of youth
with nowhere to go     vulgar lovers will
wonder at her     living morbid fear of dirt
and be scared witless by her dying

the princess’     death     calls to my mind
those close-set typefaces
the manufacturers and an innate quality of beauty
took direct aim at a life     they (the typefaces)
fell with a crash     and buried
an entire evening
should I mourn for her? of course
and at the same time I think that it could
get to the point where     I cannot make my own ends meet
so I smile     and say good-bye to
a case of cancer and
a car crash

THE DEATH OF DIANA