IN A TORCHED VILLAGE

I lean on the wall
still hot
from a long fire,
no villagers
no foe around,
the ground gives way,
the universe crumbles,
the stars perish.
A sudden ripple
of the scent of violets.
I begin to listen
to tender voices,
the grass rising
for new footsteps,
the ashes embracing
a new solidity.
A brook clatters
into a stone trough
a cat returns
to a scorched doorstep.
I grow larger
become a giant,
now I see over
the shoulder of all horror.

V pozgani vasi

V pozgani vasi

Slonim ob zidu,
se vedno je vroc
od dolgega pozara,
nikjer ni cloveka,
nikjer zlocinca,
tla se udirajo,
vesolje razpade,
zvezde poginjajo.



Naenkrat zavalovi
duh po vijolicah,
zacnem poslušati
mile glasove,
trava se vzdiguje
za nove stopinje,
pepel se objema
za novo trdnost.



Studenec štropota
v kamnito korito,
macka se vraca
na ozgani prag,
vedno bolj rastem,
postajam velikan,
ze vidim grozi
preko ramena.