letter to emir kusturica written as a facebook message

a poem for nikola

emir kusturica, you live in such a sad and drunken world,
we only dream in nightmares of joining you out there,
we dream, emir,
we dream.
but we are so afraid our heads
will explode if we take them out of the hole,
so instead we say our prayers for you from here,
from our coma,
from our uniformly glowing letters
our white-clicking buttons,
our neon lights of idols
that glow in our eternal night
and we tell the children
it's the sun,
the stars,
the moon.
we lie, emir!
we praise the bards with the golden tongues,
and drink their poison words
and put our fingernail clippings and our first-borns in their jars.
Dress us, O! whitely smiling ones!
dress us in yours sausage casing and pull our muscles tight,
we want to learn every dance in the world,
for we are immortal!
and our soles will never wear - we dance on clouds, emir,
our feet don't touch the ground.
what color is the dirt of your shoes?
Red
like the blood and the setting sun
or black
like the memories of ancient trees and the mouths of the hanged ones?
emir,
we are afraid and we hate each other
but we keep our clenched hands around our own throats
and try to sing.
we dance of clouds, emir.
we dream and dance on clouds.