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Agrian Elegies
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Sons of great sorcerers become lizards,
tennis clothes suit them well
while jogging along the republic president.
My father gave me a great college!
A new Cadillac as well
and long-legged daughters of East
and the odor of mating deer!
I’ll be smiling
I’ll be happy
when they bring me back, dead,
from Vietnam
from Haiti
from Africa
from the Balkans.
My father will proudly stand
by the coffin
and with joyful eyes
receive condolences
from the president
ministers
party leaders.
Hi Nikola,
This is such a sad poem. Oh, these offers one has to bring because of patriotism!
The poem reflects the starkness of war. The atmosphere is that of irony ... the father, who provided the son with all earthy symbols, now receive the dead body as trophy ... with the authorities as satisfied onlookers.
Well done, Nikola ... another excellent poem.
Kindest Regards, Myra