Oil Poems by Ante Vekić

black death grabs
guts of a gully
wild winds whip ba’al.

black frogs croak
black birds caw
black wind mounts muck
“Ishtar! Ishtar!”
arush whispers to timush
drawn away with the black tide

eyes of timush,
gluttonous kings of greed,
are red and muddy,
wings he spreads;
he shouts
and falls dead
laden under oil.

deftly and fast
Baron Filipovich
paved the road
to the castle ruins.

while retreating
the king’s regent (still
gluttonous in greed)
was ordained as the king,
but gypsies came by
and grabbed the oil.

there, the white Neapolitan mask
stands beside others,
red and black. king
stays firm, belly laughs
from his gruff guts.
over the oil polluted world
rove the Navajo people.

Ba’al: http://www.bible-history.com/resource/ff_baal.htm

Translation: Rayka Rush (Croatian to English)

Art, Image: Gaspare Nasuto; http://puppetsoccupystreet.blogspot.com/2015/08/pulcinella-with-gaspare-nasuto-napoli.html

Original poems by Ante Vekic: http://avalanche-society.blogspot.com/search?updated-min=2015-01-01T00:00:00-08:00&updated-max=2016-01-01T00:00:00-08:00&max-results=23

Gaspare Nasuto

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