Poet the Undying

Saša Milivojev - POET THE UNDYING Countless times you may have killed us We shall always rise again Down the beams of light descend Forever to you we shall return For you we shall recite our prayers And sing of virtue and of love Your world is stern Damned, you step upon the poet like a flower in bloom The honeybee that honey makes Still he soars And there to ice he succumbs When rocks on earth turn into crumbs And sparks emblaze Shooting stars fall so bright into the new bodies of confinement, Giving the poets the kiss of life with their light Angels heralds Lonely nomads Hungry vagabonds That you hunt and hate Although they teach you to love and to ache To find yourself To hope, dream and forgive No more to lie, Betray, steal nor kill Thousands of years are passing by Countless times beheading us to die With our divine blood You let your pigs imbibe Yet again we have returned To surprise you will succumb Just to wink Songs to sing and help you Better to become By divine Myrrh that is flowing With our words entwined The universe beams at you Of wickedness and grief its healing you The poet is kneeling Humiliated for mercy he is pleading Is his song a thorn in your eye? Is that why you made him die? Soon you too will fly away To endlessness Thy bare feet the earth will caress On your best man’s straw, you’ll stumble Down the inky pit you’ll tumble Will a poet rescue thee? Once again will you be free? Countless times I may ‘ve been slayed They’ll bring me to Earth again Down the purple beams they’ll throw me Violets in their blooming glory That your step will strain The bee will wing And just as a song Your heart it will sting. Saša Milivojev Translated by Ljubica Yentl Tinska visit: www.sasamilivojev.com