Hunters And The Prey ~ Lovci I Plijen Poem by Jankovic Zoran

Hunters and the prey

There's always some hunter and some prey.
Nothing changed except
that a nature slowly dies.

My Piter, who knows
what would you draw today:

Skates made of plastic,
Hunters who wear someone else's prey,
smoked taverns full invisible heat,
and on a mountain is cannons
that make artificial snow.

Maybe it would be natural only
the flickering of the heart in love
which is impatiently waiting
to become prey who wants a sweet death.

Looking at the picture:
(Peter Brigel the Elder: Hunters in the Snow,1565)

14.5.2016.

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Lovci i plijen

Uvijek je neko lovac a neko plijen.
Ništa se promjenilo nije
osim prirode koja polako umire.

E moj Piter,
ko zna šta bi ti nacrtao danas:

Klizaljke od plastike,
lovce koji nose tuđi plijen,
zadimnjene kafane
pune nevidljive toplote,
a na planini topove koji
prave vještački snijeg.

Možda bi bilo prirodno samo
treperenje zaljubljenog srca
koja nestrpljivo čeka
da postane plijen
koji želi slatku smrt.

Gledajući u sliku:
(Piter Brigel Stariji: Lovci u snijegu,1565)