The Fourth Day Poem by Slobodan Nikolic

It’s the third day already

That the Sun doesn’t come out.



It’s the third day already

That the whole tribe is standing

Focused on the scar

Dividing Heaven from the Earth.



Yesterday I heard gunshots from the forest! –

Somebody said –

The Sun was shot down!



A girl cried:

I saw it as well, I saw...



The sky went red! –

Mother said.



And everything grew silent anew.



And on the fourth morning

There came out from the forest

Unknown armed men

Bearing coins of gold.



Each apiece! -

They said.



We placed them on our tongues

As wafers of the Sun

And swallowed them with satisfaction

Before they slew us

With black blades.