IPHIGENIA IN AULIS Comments

The action continues by the water,
A fatal war, trenches, swords, cuirasses,
The Yids occupy the war's left bank,
The faggots stand in formation on the right.

This battle takes place on foot, it will never end,
Will grind through and chew up five hundred generations,
Will have its own way, like a nuclear winter,
Because cavalry attacks them from the heavens,
While darkness comes on from under the ground,
Piercing the heel and poking the knees apart.

Each one of us stands on that bank or this.
Each one of us didn't lay down arms at once.
Each one of us, long as we're still alive,
Looks toward where the flag-bearers are consulting,
The riders whistle and shout back and forth,
Where willy-nilly you turn into a poet.

Let me join the Jews or the faggots,
I've been dreaming of this since third grade:
To become a stag or a ram for you,
A fatted calf or a pudgy aunt,
A maiden, miraculous in the bushes!

With a sword in my chest I sing and do not die
In the war waged on the foothills of paradise.
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