St. John's Night Poem by Eeva Park
St. John's Night
The point of the matter is that the scar would remain
for your whole life,
so if you let the glowing poker
burn the mark of St. John's on your back
while chewing a shashlik spit to numbness
so the cries of pain wouldn't ring all over Värska
then the point of the matter
precisely is
that the scar would remain
Translated by Jayde Will
Thursday, April 20, 2017
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