Nezahvalan ubojica. (Ungrateful assassin.)

I think I was found looking down again.
At the off center relation, crippled by needles.
What the f**k is so captivating about this?

This surprise there is inside.
Where the unawareness hurts me.
Tips me over and I spill out.
My eyes.

My body reaches for fire, to burn the leeches off.
But it's too dark to see where they may be.

Talk to the burnt pictures, photographs imagined.
The still moments where the air had no rust.
It's obvious what the f**k is so captivating about this.

This surprise there is inside.
Where the unawareness hurts me.
Tips me over and I spill out.
My eyes.
As I sit and think about.
The brutal stare, my skin can't bare.
Flinching while I glare with.
My eyes.

Could you see by the ridged ripples in this scowl.
That there is distrust among us.
Waiting by the dusted doorway, where you became.
One of them.
Responsive with barking tongues with curses, white like cocaine.
Only received by the shadow glasses on the eyes of the blamed.
One of them.
The lapel of the scoundrel.

Who raised his fist.
And declared.
He's selfish, and ungrateful.
That his water colors would be used for crimes.
Against us.

This surprise there is inside.
Where the unawareness hurts me.
Tips me over and I spill out.
My eyes.
As I sit and think about.
The brutal stare, my skin can't bare.
Flinching while I glare with.
My eyes.

Author's Note

It's Croatian.

Reviews

[Gary H]

I really like the idea of using other languages in poetry - I know many on this site use US and English (ha ha!) With the title of this one I was looking through hoping to see other examples as this would have made the work reach new levels.
The stanza starting - 'Who raised his fist....' would be an ideal one to change the language.
Very interesting work.

[Michael X]

Lee, i sincerely enjoyed reading this poem.. to what effect does the heart take into assumption
the idea of crossing lines.. inside ones own boundry.. the emotional landscape brings to terms
the way it feels to be brutalized.. beyond surface levels..but willing to dig beneath the hard
ground of subjugation.. to feel the soft soil of peace.. searching when suffering succeeds the

need to ascend.. but rather erase the cause..not to look the other way but to deal with situation
and overcome vs. callapsing at the feet of every day struggle.. i really enjoyed the metaphor
you bring the reader to the front line.. and reveal what it means to sustain in time of war.

This surprise there is inside.
Where the unawareness hurts me.
Tips me over and I spill out.
My eyes.

[Tomás Ó C..]

Read my poems on the former Yugoslavia on my website, some are posted here too. Loved the piece... good to see Serbia and Croatia have come to peace...

[Beautifully Tragic xPoe..]

Very nicely done with the use of another language I admire anyone that can even make an attempt at it. I found this to be a rather provoking and intriguing piece. Theres a few lines I'm trying to piece together, but overall excellent write.

[Brett Campaigne]

you extrapolate this moment and one feels with you the seething eternity of hatred.

[.::Cup^E^Cake*RaWr!*::.]

BEAUTIFUL!!