Poems on Slana (Ante Zemljar)
Nameless line Flocks of seagulls disturbed Circle over rocky capes All day Impatiently – Because they see us in columns – Hoping to descend to where we occupied their nests They do not suspect that the dead do not leave Assigned execution sites When they get closer In the line Namelessly Edge of the cape Sharp stab of a rock Into the bright sea Rushing Wave and thought Suppressed Strongly One with a knife Is placed on the cape Important And rules Nobody can get close to the cape! It becomes sharper They sharpen it – Who dares to get close will get impaled. The flag of death screams over




