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Itaca Magazine Cover No. 37

English Corner

The Peace Enigma of Stillness

Herds of trees stumble out in the distance
Wailing in a low undertone
Some falling towards the sky
Burning with the speed of an invasion
How hard they try to become birds
A flock of trees nearing a death experience
Flying through their immortality horizon
Nothing left behind but timelessness
The sky undresses for the sunrise
As laughter disappears beneath frozen waterfalls
This is the startling winter landscape of WWIII
Sharks’ smiles tattooed onto toys of war
Thousands of blacksmiths forging new death-tools
Others assembling coffins with no names
For the unmarked crosses of young
Dressed in white, little green men
Sad prisoners of vodka and greed
Like termites swarming European plains
Fashioned into coal dust body bags
Screams of scars and excrements cover the snow
Oh mother of death, they do not have to perish
Lips of the icy corpses will never drink the wine
This blood drenched earth was once a forest
In the depth of winter there is an invincible summer

Captive Catskill Landscape

A mysterious wingless wind hides in the hammock
Covering his scaly snake body with crimson leaves
Howling by the melancholic doors, by the windows
The scent of mountain lions, bears and deer creep in
Where old withered flowers strip themselves of petals
Soon the fallen branches will become firewood
A weightless sky bears its teeth, gusts lifts the flower pots
Putrefied brown leaves take over the musty alleys
Cylindrical disembodied tree trunks in a chaotic circle
The wind bomb hauls up shrubs and dead layers of soil
Rustling, hissing, crashing, blowing, shrieking
Chasing wailing wild boars and pine cones 
Too late to reverse migratory geese that refuse 
To come back toward the dead eye of the moon
Surrounded by mountains and twisted tree limbs 
The forest fluttering in its cold damp dream
Shrouded, scorched with ghastly pungency
Strangely clouded, incessantly burning
Somber apocalyptic, pestilential captive fires
Blacken the corners of this unfathomable season

Itaca No. 37, 2022 (Dublin, Ireland)

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