Reversed reality


so much running
makes horses whisper to one another
counting the whip lashes
broken shields
helmets covering inherited wounds
arrowed elephants
swords tempered in the damask of faith
I’m leaving the fortress alive wrapped in a green flag
the ground cracks like a cork sole
looks like a green melon seeds in the sky
I ask my footsteps where they’re taking me
I pass my hand over the tips of the blood signs
spin them till it starts pumping to the teeth
of the waterfalls
ropes take orange elephants from the mountains
canopies to the sky
maids are deflowered one by one
pulled by a net with locks of chastity broken
hard roes
iron segments hit buffaloes in the waves
the sleeping shovel the clay out of the pillow
the light goes off in the chest of the awaited
prayers on knees
the interior doesn’t embody anything
everything is a reality given up by others
it throws you in the middle of the street
on the lane of the bugs knocked over
gondolas
passengers with mess tins of burnt clay.


Translated by Petru Iamandi