Bosiljka Pušić: Ozone holes
| Ozone holes acid rains nowadays only trees die standing upright We crawl from the cry to the knife-handle unable to cut the rope around the legs around the throat around the word tied into a knot FLEA MARKET Things are bought and sold here A marriage bed and a cradle Family sacredness a prayer book and an icon and an angel's garment so that Satan could change his clothes Very cheaply you get whole piles of coins with the images of tzars and tyrants of yore. Those that feel at home here with donors' smiles cheat the gullible ones about the names of squares, cities, holidays and streets. Small and great fears are sold here packed up like thresholds for the entrance into a safe shelter. For huge sums of money the executioners can buy their halos and pardons and an image more saintly than that of the saintliest saints But for the half-rotten cabins and centuries-long gnashing of teeth in chains in manacles no one on the market does care. NERON AGAIN Neron rose from his grave to present his poetastering as poetry Ringing of bells crept around muddy skirts of history not rising into the air so as not to cause an alarm. It was for that that the town was burned again. JULY 1993 Black apron and black flock under the black sky grow into a black cry Parks and playgrounds became battlefields and then graveyards with shallow graves. We do not have anything now but those wearied-off bones in the skin-bag oh God who could invent so great an ugliness? Even our language betrayed us each of its particles - each word is a two-edged sword. Translated by: Zoran Paunović |
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