Click here to add this poet to your My Favorite Poets.
Comments about Luka Svingelozi
The Mirror Image
Moon surface crowded by the dead
Grandparents of all living slowly walking
Through dust and hostile sunshine
To get rest
Seas have turned to craters.
They speak an urban language
Just slightly dialectal in their troubles
Misspelling key words
As they did before,
The crowd of snobbish corpses
Who dares to catch the glimpse…
Can we accuse these souls of
Loosing something or do we
Pretend them making acquisitions?
What do exactly we prefer to fancy?
Should janitor be willing being ...