we count daddy's wounds and we're proud of his bent back
his weak legs and the trenches on the forehead
we get out and show everybody daddy's spine
'oh it's snaking! ', somebody says
neighbors are coming. they kiss his cheeks
they drink beer. they drink fear.
asking him: 'when you will go? '
daddy doesn't know.
he never knows when this sound of brake wheel comes

we only talk when it's raining in Germany
then daddy calls just to
not forget Romanian and he never complaints
'food is good. they give us plenty. they leave us in the plain
to harvest the hop. from hop these rich bastards make beer and they give beer to horses
to taste it firstly'

he always comes back older and leaner
but we don't have to tell
daddy has something strange in his eyes
something suspicious
we wait for winter cause then he rests
winter freezes daddy's bones
and Germany.

daddy is a giant
he's a hero cause he uproot from our ground
and plant himself into German land
through boulders
cause he has a big house on his back
and two babies that need to be raised
upper than the hop.

*poem translated from Romanian by Cristian B.

Raluca Neagu

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/daddy-went-to-germany/