Autumn Afternoon - Željana Vukanac

The light of the last sun

elongates the faces of labour in the tin wheels

the smoke before our plastic incineration

hints at something that we are missing

we don’t see the mist we’re in

we can’t reach the sky above it

we are missing something we never learn

we are missing something we’re coming back

with every circle to ourselves

we are missing something

we are going to burn

the fire of the perseverative inside us shall burn

we’ll think about the allergic reactions of our packaging

concrete is our pillow

we shall not see the forests

nor hear the movements of the green giants around our houses

the papers of the roadsigns shall become nothing

when we wrap the silk from the last bugs

around our chicken necks

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Željana Vukanac (born 1990) Croatia (lives in Germany)

Translated by Milan Damjanoski

Source: Blesok