Prevod dela: sarkofag

Avtor izvirnika: nikita

sarcophagus

tonight, 

my thoughts are tight 

for all the landscapes 

which i must release 

so many times i have separated

myself and the skies  

unaware of my long death 

to which the abrahamic hands 

had built no new throne 

peace haunted my borders 

while between the ribs

i had caught a forger of life

no more i seek

for hungry steps 

of warring childhood

(they never had the echo of the morning)

in every dream 

insomnia lurks me, 

a starry shriek 

of my white mind  

incarnated into the first tears of God 

an eye

whose gloom

rubs my eye 

when i revive, 

shall i recognise all the faces                 

of my death                                                  

in the sarcophagus of the sky             
 

to darko kulić 

(from the cycle "all my dead")