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.
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