IT, TIME

Even tigers in Indian villages

Are not man-eaters to such an extent

That they devour literally everything

Tissue thoughts memories

Even carefully hidden plans

The way it does

Insatiably voracious

Rust and acid its mere apprentices

Even when sated

It breaks the codes of the most secret safes

Empties eyes swallows

Indigestible chunks of everything

Spilling out of its own flow

Elusive and toxic

Like mercury

That is why it has no banks

For it came to life from an idea

About The Poetess

Born in Mostar, Yugoslavia. Graduated from the Faculty of Philology of Belgrade University, the Department of Yugoslav Literature; Zorica Bajin Djukanovic writes poetry, prose, and literature for the young people. She has published a total of seventeen books. They include the collections of poetry BLOOD CLOT (1994) and LINING (1999), the short story collections HOTEL PHILOSOPHER (2003) and SAID KING OF SUNSHADES (2009) and the following collections of poetry for young people: WIZARD (1999), TINY BOX FOR A FIREFLY (2010), SUMMER DAY (2014), BRIEF LOVE POEMS (2017) …

Her poetry and prose have been translated into Russian, English, Dutch, Rumanian, Ruthenian, and Macedonian. Her work has been featured in 60 anthologies, chrestomathies, textbooks, and readers.

She lives and works in Belgrade, Serbia, as a freelance artist.