ANATOMY MOMENT

I keep quiet.
Emptiness is mouthless. Solely unconsoled.
A trait of the womb.
The noise from her intestines deafened the times.
I keep quiet and with those words I celebrate
love’s absence.
For every moment is a ceremony,
while time’s a mere memorial of transience.
 
We keep quiet.
They make noise about conspiracies and new furniture.
They buy rooms. Sound amplifiers. They arm themselves.
They aim at us with a gasp that never was amorous.
They buy they buy they buy
the fastest fliers that in ever less time
reduce the planet to a rumor
about how we are losers, about the end of the world.
We keep quiet, and with those words we write this chapter out.
For only an endless story is a story,
whereas one that admits its end is not.
 
You keep quiet.
I observe your hair growing and see the act
of change
in a revolution of bristles colored by sun.
No, you haven’t passed away, love.
They bought a tree for the leaf alone
with your note that we should burn it.
For only that which seeks no proof exists,
rescued from our desire for duration.

ANATOMSKI ČAS

ANATOMSKI ČAS

Ćutim.
Praznina nema usta. Sama neutoljenost.
Svojstvo utrobe.
Ogluvelo je doba od buke njenih creva.
Ćutim i tim rečima slavim
odsustvo ljubavi.
Jer svaki tren je svečanost,
a vreme tek spomenik prolaznosti.
 
Ćutimo.
Oni galame o zaverama i novom nameštaju.
Kupuju sobe. Pojačivače zvuka. Naoružavaju se.
Gađaju nas dahtanjem koje nikada nije bilo ljubavno.
Kupuju kupuju kupuju
najbrže letelice koje u sve kraćem roku
smanjuju planetu do glasine
o našem gubitništvu, o kraju sveta.
Ćutimo i tim rečima ispisujemo ovo poglavlje.
Jer samo beskrajna priča je priča,
a koja prizna svoj kraj to nije.
 
Ćutiš.
Posmatram kako ti raste kosa i vidim čin promene
u revoluciji vlasi obojenih suncem.
Ne, nisi utihnula ljubavi.
Kupili su drvo samo zbog lista
sa tvojim zapisom da ga spalimo.
Jer samo što ne traži dokaz postoji,
spaseno od naše želje za trajanjem.