SOON Poem by Barbara Korun

Soon you will be speechless and alone
soon
soon your skull
will be laved by grains of sand
soon
soon thirst
will blacken your tongue
soon
soon the desert wind
will pluck your white bones
soon

and your bowels,
all your soft innards
will be ripped out
picked apart
and left to dry
soon
soon you will be a grain among grains
soon you will sing
with the desert dunes
sifting
to nothingness
soon

then I will come to you
like the northern lights
in sky-colours
drawn to your desert song
your otherworldly voice
oh, I will come to you, I will come
soon, soon