criminal chronicle lullaby

by Aušra Kaziliūnaitė


criminal chronicle lullaby

go calmly to sleep

my boy —

summer’s gone

her killer’s behind bars

and the dagger

of his steps

won’t catch your

dreams from behind

 

those small toads

in autumn

are

blood drops of dream

under a flat stone

in a colorless garden

 

blood drops

from a wound, which

never was

is or will be

 

blood drops

sown

by winter farmers

 

no one will

hurt the dream, in which

we’ll meet

Translated by Joseph Grikis and Daiva Litvinskaitė