Tomaž Šalamun

Issue #
February 18, 2013


After us the Savage God
—W. B. Yeats

Who bowls, bowls
heaven’s throne.
A lump of snow as I see it
on the screen is a frozen living spirit.
Are you aware who defined
your life in the war
one against hundred trillions?
The horse explodes if you
see him through the veil
and a suicide spreads as
the odour of flesh.
Thunderbolt, you, that recoil
from dry ground,
mercenary of god Tezcatlipoc,
you know!
The only soft abyss for
you is my mouth.

Translated from the Slovenian by Michael Thomas Taren and author

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