I wanna be your dog

Through the prolonged afternoon
the tiresome bus trundles along;

before its arrival
it stops at the village gate.

In the rusted stop
no one's anywhere;

just a pair of dogs stuck together,
messing around in a bizarre way;

the first one's hind leg got stuck
right into the other's heated hole.

Their clumsy gasping fills
the drowning land of damp twilight.

No One's Anywhere
to separate these damned mongrels:

into the rubbed and bleeding hole of Europe
another Europe invades.

Translated by Zoltán Lengyel