Andrija Zeković: Working and Sitting
And yet it tightens and it pulses:
In the bite mark of the apple,
In the gush of the fig
The slash through the golden wheat field - No
one lets a breath escape in the confines of a
corner.
Sentiment uttered on the shimmer of the blade,
Men hunched over in a measured circle
Women howling with their golden teeth
“How does one make music like this”
“How does one live like this?”
-Myrto Mountanou Roka
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