at the end of the path
there is a nest, a den, a grove,
a place, warm and tight,
that covers you, hides you, shelters you
when the fists of fathers and grandfathers go berserk
and when the heavens lose their temper
unjustly
and that place needs to be rebuilt
always anew, from picked flowers,
fallen leaves and twigs, tufts of blown wool
and a fistful of warm earth
you are afraid, I know, afraid
of the words family, dwelling, domicile,
kinship, lineage, relatives, childbirth,
all those primary cells of society,
uneasy because they’re unhappy
wounded does are shot out of compassion,
fawns become orphans, and their home is now like jagged lightning,
like gasps of fish out of water, a bottomless wound,
an astonished o, an unvoiced collapse
blood is neither milk nor dew,
it is a log bridge washed away by the swollen river
during sleepless nights we rebuke our ancestors,
they are to be blamed for our imperfect shape,
it is easy to forgive, it is hard to forget,
words are bruises and cuts
taking a turn is sometimes justified so as to avoid further accidents,
crossroads are always dangerous, choices are always the wrong ones
build that den in the ravine, survive the winter
from: The Decline of Heroes and Dragons, Mala zvona, 2022
na kraju puta
postoji gnijezdo, brlog, lug,
mjesto toplo i tijesno,
prekrije te, sakrije te, zakrili te,
kad šake djedova i očeva polude,
kad se nebesa nepravedno
rasrde
i to mjesto treba graditi
uvijek iznova, od ubranog cvijeća,
otpalog lišća i granja, odlutale vune
i šačice ugrijane zemlje
plaše te, znam, plaše te
riječi obitelj, obitavati, prebivalište,
porodica, rod, izrod, porod, urod,
sve te osnovne ćelije društva,
tjeskobne jer su nesretne
ranjene srne strijeljaju iz samilosti,
lanad postaje siročad, dom im postaje izlomljen grom,
udisaj ribe izvan vode, rana s beskrajnim dnom,
začuđeno o, neizgovoren slom
krv nije ni mlijeko ni rosa,
brv je koju odnosi bremenita rijeka
za neprospavanih noći prozivamo pretke,
krivi su za naš nedovršen kroj,
praštati je lako, zaboravljati je teško,
riječi su modrice i porezotine
ponekad je skretanje opravdano da ne bude još nesreća,
raskršća su uvijek opasna, izbor je uvijek pogrešan
gradi taj brlog u guduri, preživi zimu
iz: Junaci i zmajevi u zalasku, Mala zvona, 2022.
