Cooking a scrawny, hairy newborn...
- What the fuck are you doing, cummer?
"We'll boil the nine devils out of him."
Nine precocious, duck-legged gnomes,
born by God-tempting practices of witchcraft.
This brat is not even mummified.
(parchment-coated, peeling, scaly-skinned) he is a
disgrace to the crib.
His shrewd, bow-legged hounds chase
and hunt the stray deers' akasha image.
Nine paces from the river, nine moons sit
above the motionless water.
Usurer, the sevenfold crouching creator rules
the real and the imagined world.
He deals zinc-clad cards
while fertile scribbles guard
the nine crystal-structured Villains.
(Translated by Gabor Gyukics)