NO, IT WASN’T RAINING, THUS SPOKE CASSANDRA

 

Cas­san­dra comes from the world of murmurs.
A god­dess now being in her body and the trace
of Apol­lo’s kiss on her lips, she, the mor­tal Cassandra,
the union of divine twins, wan­ders Troy barefoot,
dishev­elled. Her voic­es are ruled by sev­en planets.
Her mind is com­posed of sev­en murmurs.

Tigers will roar. Not on the earth.
Corn will sprout. Not from the earth.
Ships will come. Not from the sea.
They will bring toys. They won’t be children.
They will speak lan­guages. They won’t be Greek.
You will bow down to him. He isn’t from Olympus.
You will bury me. In Atlantis. In a triangle.
               At the bot­tom of the sea.

 

[trans­lat­ed from ser­bian to eng­lish by herself]
 

 

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