In the beginning there were few people
the era of reptiles is still lasting,
above the courtyard is a huge hairdryer.
the head allows its snakes excess heat.
crickets are good servants, piercing the eardrum’s blind spot
so that green lizards can noiselessly throw ice on the back of the head.
the turtle is emptying its shell for the rain.
under the hairdryer is the car bonnet like a pan with a lid.
in the double excess of heat figs are frying
if monitor lizards should come.
in the window like in a stopped snapshot, behind the curtain, father is sleeping
and possibly breathing.
in reptile language, the heat made love
swell to the size of a dinosaur.
the heat is a mighty thing when something should be heated,
but it cannot possibly move the curtain,
bring dinosaur fossils back to life
the sun is weakening in jumps like a battery, night-and day flowers
are still needles
to welcome the monitor lizards. once,
we used to make juice from the flowers
and offered them to children from other streets,
intending to poison them. we knew
we would easier plant a child to a monitor lizard
than a fig.
mammals have just developed and only the shrewdest
had a chance.
and those who were not afraid of someone else’s death.
© translated by Iskra Pavlović