Lives Journal 6

Tatjana Pregl Kobe

 

YOU WHO WILL CHANGE THE FACE OF THE EARTH

 

the god of war

 

nothingness

through nothingness

through endless nothingness

the eternal god of new wars

reached the sun with a hoarse cry

and kisses the scorching sand with weary kisses

until forced to desappear into the silence

of that trembling waiting for the end

in the struggle with fire and sword

and burned away into ashess

into quixotic

ashes

 

 

 

self-destruction

 

alone in the intertwining of the unspeakable

alone with the vision of blood on every fase

alone under the weight of green horror

the horror with green eyes hear teeth

with green claws in our chests

alone before green shooting

and that green green blood

hard and real as steel

we burn into incorporeity

: above the agony of slaughterers shot-through

we have

survived the self-destruction of destroyers

 

 

 

we shall live for ever

 

they wanted to break our spirit so that we would be small

they wanted to beat us so that we would break

they wanted to break our hearts so that we would weep

they wanted to whip us so that we would betray ourselves

and they wanted to kill us so that we would remain silent

yet we did not submit

yet we did not break

yet we did not weep

yet we did not betray

and we will not be silent

they wanted too much: we will not be trampled down

nor exterminated nor murdered: we shall live for ever

 

 

 

the bird of death

 

I open my eyes with which I sow death

then I am horrified by her gaze and

want to run far away but I cannot

for she has cast herself into me

with a white dream and I want

to fly away to that place with

the birds of death but

why do I forget

that the bird

is me?

and

that death is something final

 

 

 

through the atomic age

 

when

you exhaust your tears over the premonition of posterity

do not stand on the shoulders of your ancestors

for they are crossbreeds of goods and beasts

when

you pass through the atomic age

do not open our coffins and do not dig the soil

for we are buried with our eyes open

when

you defeat the evil in you

do not look at the dead challengers of the sun gods

for you will be afraid an will return no more

 

 

 

the death of the planet

 

we who hold the world in our hands

who sail upon the bare cracked crust of the planet

who are on the ship of humn knowledge

we announce a new slaughter

: across your boodies

across your blood

on his ark noah will

take generation after generation to hades

and the earth will be bleak and empty and dead

and on a pile of bones a new mortal will emerge

and announce a new slaughter

and a new noah will arise

 

 

 

the dissolution of violonce

 

you who will change the face of the earth

you

who defeated war and was born

who killed for peace somewhere around the world

who shot steel teardrops

who laughed with the thunder hungry muddy

who enforced the truth with the dance of arms

who caressed your wife with the balm of anxiety

who filled the children with the fear of your dyin

who spat out the unjust god

who bled the poem of freedom

you

who know that only time dissolves violence

 

 

 

the trace of the cave

 

in the caves of your own corrosion

remaind a trace of our shadows

: our eyes swelled with tears

our brains becoming empty

throughts flowing through knotted convolutions

: everything is drowning in the labyrith of time

in insignificances and innermost decay

from hour to hour from day to day from year to year

: only silent traces will remain behind us

: corroded hearts will lie abandoned in corners

drained souls will hang in cobwebs

and a vague memory will vanish in the distance

 

 

 

the being of life

 

shall?

we liwe for ever

shall?

we stiffen with a cry

shall?

we draw the line of survival

shall?

we burn

ourselves

at the great stake of rebellion

to emanate light

for ever

 

 

 

the fear of the wise

 

on the slippery precipice of existence facing fear

in a mysterious power source of the dying

where wisdom is being conceived

which is the circling of thought

which is oblivion

in the misty

circle

of night shadows

immersed in the silence of a lyrical symphony of timelessness

where in the placid embrace of the natural

a daring step is headed for

the infinite space of no return

 

 

 

the bloody eye of time

 

iron heads of dead gladiators

lie in the arena of a demolished amphitheatre

and a deadly wind raises dust from the shadows of vanity

: the explosion of being is shattered in endless fear

of hovering insignificance from an unknown force

: he last generation of dead gods

engulfed in despair and wounded loneliness contemplates

the incomprehensible  cosmos with a bloody eye of time

: colossi move the earthly tempo

into the spirals of mighty snails' traps

: convulsed hands pray to the crucifix of wars

trampled in the darkness of rushing rage

 

 

 

birth

 

with forceful

bonds

of faith

we are

attached

to

the walls

of shadows

in the embryo

of germs

of the dawn

of time

 

 

 

Translated from Slovenian by Mateja Mrak

 

 

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