BREADLY

by Alen Brlek


BREADLY

Suddenly, everything we do is a prayer,
all that is between us
an altar and swimming reflex. Tart
earth conquers us,
supplies the body with softness for a breadly tomorrow.
Tomorrow, your metals will forget the war,
tomorrow, my tongues will learn the art of wound cleansing.
Tomorrow, our lips will be botany and fish. 

Translated from the Croatian by Mirza Puric

KRUŠNO

Odjednom je sve što radimo molitva, 
sve između nas
oltar i refleks plivanja. Reska nas 
osvaja zemlja,
snabdijeva tijela mekoćom za krušno sutra.
Sutra, tvoji će metali zaboraviti rat,
sutra, moji će jezici usvojiti znanje ispiranja rana.
Sutra će nam usne biti botanika i ribe.