I live in a former hotel�s former buffet room
(first floor, white veranda)
and have a multitude
of neighbours

on four steelconcrete floors
they eat on me

on four steelconcrete floors
they lie down on me

on four steelconcrete floors
they push around furniture

alongside is a small forest, there
it�s even more horrible: a jackdaw colony

eats, sleeps, hatches children, shits
on everyone, tugs on intestine ends
stolen from the butcher�s - what
celebration, what a happening, how much
noise, croaking and jumping

you see - and there a jackdaw
poet: sarcastically opening
his beak totally insincere
the shame of the jackdaw colony

scoffer, insurgent, tied
by the leg to a tree branch head
down - he�d not be a bad
friend: too bad he�s dead.


� 2004 by Gintaras Grajauskas