In the beginning there were few people

by Martina Vidaić


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

without simulation.

 

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

U početku je bilo malo ljudi

traje era gmazova,

nad dvorištem je golema frizerska hauba.

glava dopušta svojim zmijama suvišak topline.

cvrčci su dobra posluga, buše slijepu pjegu bubnjića

da zelembaći nečujno bace led na potiljak.

kornjača prazni oklop za kišu.

                               

pod haubom hauba auta kao tava s poklopcem.

u dvostrukom suvišku topline prže se smokve,

ako dođu varani.

                               

u prozoru kao u stopiranoj snimci, iza zavjese, otac spava

i možda diše.

gmazovskim rječnikom, toplina je natjerala ljubav

da nabrekne do veličine dinosaura.

toplina je moćna stvar kad nešto treba zagrijati,

ali nikako ne može pomaknuti zavjesu,

oživjeti fosile dinosaura

bez simulacije.

 

sunce slabi skokovito kao akumulator. dan-noć cvjetovi

još su igle

kojima ćemo dočekati varane. nekad,

od tih smo cvjetova pravili sok

i nudili djeci iz drugih ulica

s namjerom da ih otrujemo. znali smo

da ćemo varanu prije podmetnuti dijete

nego smokvu.

sisavci su upravo nastali i samo su najlukaviji

imali šansu.

i oni koji se nisu bojali tuđe smrti.

© Martina Vidaić