It echoes down the corridor:
To win! To win!
To clamour for fame
To win plaudits by valour!
One vast devastated vision.
The monastery still watched over by Mary and her doe.
Acorns and grasses full of their traces.
Even though warriors can
see that history switches course,
this black moonlight does not dare honour the woman
calmly giving birth under the dome.
from “Ljubljana,” 2004
AuthorMeta Kušar