JOVICA IVANOVSKI: TEN POEMS
The sky is sticky
about the Cross on the Vodno.
A bird (with wings outstretched)
had just tried to fly over it,
but it suddenly disappeared – it
got stuck or, perhaps, bumped into it?
The power of the Cross is sheer magic.
It attracts all kinds of animal species
and a billion of hollow-heads.
The funniest are those who cross themselves
whenever they see it – either on top of
a church dome, or in a rear mirror, on someone’s neck...
Well, I’d present it to those (as to vampires)
and let them cross before it as long
as the have hands,
as long as even their hands fall off them.