Poetry – Igor Isakovski

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Poetry – Igor Isakovski

carriages filled with faces roam

through the night: eyes filled

with silent horror, facing

the uncertain determination,

stretching to the finiteness.


convoys filled with tangible help

rush through the mine fields,

loads filled with nitro-glycerine

bursting with the smallest slip,

fly over the earth, over any sense.


filled runways, motorways, rails,

filled with people with fantasies, thoughts,

dreams, desires, yearning,

pain, insomnia, dandruff

and bent backs: rushing to the end.


22.01.2014, 03:10

AuthorIgor Isakovski
Translated byElizabeta Bakovska
2019-01-15T10:22:56+00:00 January 5th, 2019|Categories: Poetry, Literature, Blesok no. 123|0 Comments