.#BuchaMassacre .there are bodiesbut no words no words noneonly bodies lying around what can those words do anywayagainst brute forceagainst their hatesuch that even wild beastsare incapable of itsuch that you don’t even knowto which kingdom to attribute these creaturescause biology has no such categoriesno dictionaries have any such words none no such words anywhereI…
An Alarm Rang Out in the Sky. An alarm rang out in the skyIn the basement, under the missiles’ noiseThe Baby’s mother collectscrumbs of biscuits from the floor.Over there, under the “Grad” fireAn ambulance rushes to the city,Shells fly into the house,Hand shakes nervously.And we still do not give up:At the front and in every…
Hate Speech. The language of hate grows from the chestwith heavy breathsbreaths of revengebreaths of justiceyour anger thickens the air, compresses enemy objectsmetal cracks explosions curl inward everything is real you wake up – and there’s nothing to breatheonly the space of hostility will be expanded againthe spacethat you’ll have to squeeze outbreath by breath…
A Gust of Wind Curtains are being blown in:asailing boat has crushed into our room,it filled the air with the sea,with blue salt. Parquet on the deck.Salty splashes on the papered walls…Wind with a rose in its teeth,like with a naval boarding sword,had toppled the vase overand is climbing up the carpet.A split second –…
Eka More Gaaner Tori (Translated from the original Bengali) A solitary traveler I wasRowing the boat of my music in the stream of my tears.Who are you, the sudden entrant that came alongTo row the boat with me? That which was an illusory dream, a figment of my fertile imaginationEmerged before me in flesh and…
A Free Snowman I have deserved the gratitude of Italy.I have contributed to their history,To people, art and culture, by and large:I gave them snow. And plenty. Free of charge. Italians, captured on the River Don,Were packed and convoyed in a cattle carAll starved and thirsty, barely hanging onAll hoping that their end was not…
Mu Us Desert, Encountering a Herder Too Old to Have Consciousness Paler than the belly of a dead fishAnd more pallid than salt and alkaliThe desert now is dwelling in his earsIn his eyesIn his sweat pores and hair folliclesAnd in his throat From his aged flesh drained by the sunNo more grease or moisture…
INSANI FATUM When I was bornThere were no angels waiting for me,There were no magicians in the backyard,No relatives present,Not drunk prophets;There was no one to drawBeneficial lines in my birth chartOr whoever reads in the golden placentaUnique plots, unpublished destinations;Ariadne, Virgil, Ovid were absent;Only Sisyphus celebrated my arrival:……………_ At last I will be replaced!…
Quarantine The pain isn’t contagious,I assure you, the pain cannot be transmitted,No nerve twisted in my peer’s bodycauses excruciating touching inside me.The pain is not contagious, the painSingles out more atrocious than the walls,No quarantine isolates so perfectly,It’s trivial what I say – that’s the argument.Lord, how much literature we contain!The feelings – remember? –…
Unanimously ill What would it beif we’ll got sicksuddenly,If there won’t besomeone us to treat,someone to removebandages and bracket? What if,as our legal right, sayto get sick,we find out quickthat we are ill one dayand had no one at allno one to call? And what if, sayon a damned daywe’d got sickallat once astray? ….
“Neither in the sky, nor in the middle of the ocean,nor in the caves of the mountains” Doctor, doctor, don’t smile yet, you haven’t found your man.I’m more sarcastic than you any day,and cynicism is better left unsaidit’s a little early, don’t you think?I know, it’s just the two of us,although I would have preferred…
For Two Weeks Now For two weeks nowI don’t sit huddled by the phonefor someone else to keep me away from sadnessI no longer wrap and unpackthe knees in my house dresslike two pieces of rancid butterthe cut hairs are goneand the bruisesI used to give myselfso as not to vomit deformed animals every nightin…
