中国大好き

Yi Sha
SADDAM THE SMOKER

saddam hussain
before they hanged him
asked for a cigarette
fuck! that one smoke
had he drawn it into his mouth
he‘d have been floating in heaven already
one satisfied sigh
at he end of his life
would have been the best cigarette
he ever had
better than each of those
very best quality
cuban cigars
but –
mean little
iraqi warden
stuck to the rules and refused
fuck! what was that for
smokers don’t want very much before death
now he’s past all regret
he had nothing to say
facing his hour
saddam hussain went like a man

Early 2007
Tr. MW, Oct. 2014

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