CLEARLY

 

As soon as he approached the house

The house stepped away:

Or it simply froze as a vampire’s chest.

In his four hands he holds three horseshoes.

For an event like this one needs a lot of water and fire

 

Serving  this reality as if they were its small props.

And truth becomes flexible there like a body of a young woman

Who whispers “Once more” and the world becomes renewed instantly

Like a burning beach swiped by a wave and then the hot wind rises

Toward the disappeared house, it swishes by, hurls and advances

Until it blows the door open. There is no one there,

Just faceless emptiness which warns the body not to

Lie down next to death. He sits down

 

And recognizes everything that never cannot exist:

Wet curtains made of channels, cliffs stuffed with hot branches,

Milky and mottled mountains, thick hair of a bag.

He hears the pendulum of an apple and feels the weight

Of a camel trembling impassively alone in a hot desert storm:

“Calm down and stay away”- the voice of her eye says

In which gold sparkles innocently like every burnt down saint.

“The sword of the century is approaching”--no one is going to say,

but an echo replies—“We shall all be witnesses”.

He does not know what, but he believes that something has to arrive.

If there is no arrival , how did he ever get back home.

 

Translated from Serbian by Nina Živančević