Lost within a heavy armor
A wild star pierces the crust
Striking like a young bolt of thunder
Sometimes it lets me reach the lips
A few words are uttered
Stuck in no man's land
The blunt sickle of the moon cuts me
Incurable gashes made of embers
A cold sun stands in my throat
A rib carves against the heart's shards
The silent verses of a poetess
Oklop
Izgubljena u oklopu teškom
Probija koru podivljala zvijezda
Udara kao mladi grom
Nekada me pusti na usne
Izusti se poneka riječ
Zaglavljena u nemilosti
Siječe me tup srp mjeseca
Nezaceljive posjekotine od žara
Hladno mi sunce u grlu stoji
Rebro kleše po srči srca
Nijeme stihove pjesnikinje