Pay attention, so you don’t go blind.
A goshawk is squirting you.
Jaguars flay a parish church.
The hide will be tin.
The stairs are black.
Iodine grows without yarrow.
My wingspan is two and a half meters.
I am sexual.
They viciously shred my flesh.
I march from Persia to India and back
from India. I’m leaning
on my elbows on warm stones.
The blood hasn’t been washed off yet.
It seldom rains.
from Z Arhilohom po Kikladih (With Archilochus by the Cyclades), 2004