It’s the third day already
That the Sun doesn’t come out.
It’s the third day already
That the whole tribe is standing
Focused on the scar
Dividing Heaven from the Earth.
Yesterday I heard gunshots from the forest! –
Somebody said –
The Sun was shot down!
A girl cried:
I saw it as well, I saw...
The sky went red! –
Mother said.
And everything grew silent anew.
And on the fourth morning
There came out from the forest
Unknown armed men
Bearing coins of gold.
Each apiece! -
They said.
We placed them on our tongues
As wafers of the Sun
And swallowed them with satisfaction
Before they slew us
With black blades.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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