The Sun-snake

On a long beach
with a large sun on the wings
I sit, withouth going by.

With fingers that play
the fruition of the world

the wet soil, the noble grass,
while I, eager, burrow as a snake
biting mountains, rocks, mighty trees
chewing the ether so icy

And the odious body
deeply echoes,
drums,
over the mighty Land.

(translated by: Ana Pejcinova)