An eye in the green,
a shell of a glorious celestial
drama. A boy and an old man
shall arrive, and rumours will spread,
Veronica on tiptoe will pass
through the ritual and out the forsaken
candle, waiting for a road through the
sea fallows. The other grows red in the rain.
There is no way out, the reed barks
at a star, the big and the little
have stretched the bow, we can make it
to the spring. Father Clement,
strangers have taken over and
the language is brimming with sadness.
Translated by: Dragi Mihajlovski and David Bowen