Pay attention, so you don’t go blind.

A goshawk is squirting you.

Jaguars flay a parish church.

The hide will be tin.

The stairs are black.

Iodine grows without yarrow.

My wingspan is two and a half meters.

I am sexual.

They viciously shred my flesh.

I march from Persia to India and back

from India. I’m leaning

on my elbows on warm stones.

The blood hasn’t been washed off yet.

It seldom rains.

from Z Arhilohom po Kikladih (With Archilochus by the Cyclades), 2004