Hard Scorpion Rooms
apart from the smell of mothball
and the atmosphere of polar night
the room of a hardened agoraphobic
has a characteristic
face of a leech and a hard black carapace.
This is the chitin uniform of the scorpion,
in which in the morning it kisses
its victim and closes the door
as if stinging with its tail.
Whispers to her every day
"don't go at work, don't go anywhere,
do stay home!"
and makes thick coffee of bile
without tongue and guts
soothing with a purr.
Scholarly atheists would bet in all churches
in a hundret knightly suits of armour
that such a venomous room
alone would survive an H bomb
and tramp the empty world
with only roaches
from our mental institutions.
Translated by Miloš Đuđević and Damir Šodan