CARGO

They unloaded us onto this land
And commanded: You’re free!
 
We paused at the word unload.
Although sooner or later we would,
As they say in the world of baggage,
Have been rerouted farther.
 
For only a heretic preaches closeness.
Just as a root serves
For the practice of uprooting.
 
Since then everything’s wonderful on our plot!
Everyone has a personal niche, an ID number.
 
And what’s most important, the possibility
Of opening and closing as they wish,
Beginning with windows, screens, formerly
Intimate locks now public, right up to the one
That the rival tribe has named the soul.

CARGO

CARGO

Istovarili su nas na ovo kopno
I naredili – Slobodni ste!
 
Zastali smo kod reči istovar.
Iako bismo pre ili kasnije,
Što se kaže u svetu prtljaga,
Nastavili dalje.
 
Jer samo jeretik propoveda blizinu.
Kao što koren služi
Za vežbu iskorenjavanja.
 
Od tada je sve idealno na našoj parceli!
Svako ima ličnu nišu, jedinstveni broj.
 
I što je najvažnije, mogućnost
Otvaranja i zatvaranja po želji,
Počev od prozora, ekrana, u prošlosti
Intimnih brava sada javnih, do onoga
Što suparničko pleme naziva dušom.