Holy Day ~ Sveti Dan Poem by Jankovic Zoran

It was an orthodox Holy thursday.
Last supper day.
I was silent and you were talking.

It was orthodox Good Friday.
You put in the words
a thorn wreath on my head.

With evil you pinned my body
because you love to shoot at the heart.
It was a day of vain repentance.

On Sunday you were stunned
because I was there, again,
to follow, forever, your spoor.

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Sveti dan

Bio je pravoslavni veliki četvrtak.
Dan poslednje večere.
Ja sam ćutao a ti si pričala.

Bio je pravoslavni Veliki petak.
Stavila si riječima vijenac
od trnja na moju glavu.

Zlom si probola moje tijelo
jer voliš da gađaš u srce.
Bio je to dan uzaludnog pokajanja.

U nedelju ti si bila zapanjena
jer ja sam, ponovo, bio tu
da pratim, zauvijek, tvoje tragove.