SIGNS Poem by Slavko Jendričko
SIGNS
For a long time I watched the sun
now I'm learning the saint's trade.
Now mercy finally
drips drop by drop down the face.
These are the days
when stains reveal the invisible crime,
when sheets are washed,
and hands shiver in soap.
And here: in the clean weave of the tongue,
you are so cold, sinless touch;
it's impossible to erase it.
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