Jesus was sad
when he made the flood
pitied
the people he punished
(Lithuanian song)
we did not expect to approach shore nor the island and were
nailed by illusion and despair to the mast
all by twos, all obliged to propagate
and multiply, as ordered and sanctified
without end and without measure
not confused, without love, for without love’s
triangle, without a third, without bloody
struggle, without love’s dance
there was no excess, therefore there was no
debauchery we call culture
later they released a crow, found shore
stepped out pregnant, and then gave birth
Fabijoniškės, 2004.III.25
Poetinis Druskininkų ruduo 2004 = Druskininkai Poetic Fall 2004 / Compiler and editor Kornelijus Platelis. – Vilnius: Vaga, 2004. – P. 291. – (Jotvingiai Prize Winner).