The Balkans

The Balkans

The Balkans
Between Two Worlds
The Dunghill of Beaux Arts
Pax mecum
Poem de morte for 3 mixed voices
… Ante portas

Having exhausted every possibility
of any future at this time
rejecting it
like an empty shell
like a used rubber
we set off in search
of a surrogate self

But the past is a yoke
impossible to deal with
an absolute controversy
a civilized invention
to unify views
to channel thoughts
and wash brains—
a biological need of oxen

The past is a dead quote
a transcript a carrion
we devour
like vultures
each tugging at its own piece
lest we lose ourselves
lest our corpuscles
lest our sight desicate
and our brood perish

Every possibility is exhausted
the heroes are weary decimated
the search unavailing
Silently Covertly
we retreat into the shadow
of our skins
into our cocoon
for permanent hibernation

AuthorZoran Ančevski
2018-08-21T17:23:58+00:00 April 1st, 1999|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 08|0 Comments