Is the little bird torn apart 
by a paw? Lights switch on, at least 
one juxtaposition between 

tree 
trunks. On handcarts 
(wheelbarrows) there are 

blue baby 
bags. An unguaranteed 
growth ring is left 

on the asphalt. 
The gadget with which 
you fatten 

your ears, 
rubbed out from sky 
lights. The other 

will understand all of this 
when he takes the time. 
The Danube will open its graves. 
 
           —Translated from Slovenian 
              by Brian Henry and the author