On the other side of the wall they make a din,
they bang about the place,
they go up and down
the stairs of hatred,
those dwellers of evil.
From my words I switch on
radium
and I light up
that nest of hornets.
On the border strip
a cowslip raises its head
and a lamb bleats.
Jupiter and Saturn
leaning their elbows on a mountain
are winding on
the skein of their dark music.
selection from “Vigils”
AuthorRadovan Pavlovski