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;
fraught
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

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