Squeeze the wicked golden juice
out of six walloped lemons,
chop up seven large,
crisscrossing onions counter-clockwise,
add sea salt, nut oil,
crushed black pepper,
carrots chock full of carotene,
and fresh, flag-red chili.
Along with one well-washed,
cleaned special rapporteur,
who has been ready-sliced
into lucky dice.
Fantasize, marinate, play,
sing, bury it in a fire pit,
dance the polka and the mamba
on the searing burial mound!
Serve ashy at the edges,
garnished with denunciations!

Translated from Estonian by Adam Cullen