Monday, June 15, 2009

The Love Songs of Slobodan Milosevic

In the snows
of Sarajevo

Such a lovely place
to kill.

Don’t you know
the ground is melting

still so may graves
to fill ?


Listen: Mother Earth
is singing

Like a woman
in a cell

hungry soon she’ll smoke
our shriveled

souls like cigarettes
from hell.


In this place
there is no grieving

breath is life
and death is birth

underneath the ground
She’s breathing

Don’t you understand
her thirst


Blood does not remember

Only Christ will
judge my worth

Maybe soon He'll
give us silence

Until then, let's feed
the earth

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