Four Poems by Szilárd Borbély
AETERNITAS
The Eternal
is like the ax
the assassin slams
into someone’s head.
The Eternal is the act
of pillage from which
in panic the garret
now is empty.
The Eternal is scarlet,
like fresh blood. Above it
rises a vapor.
Then it, too, disappears.
The Eternal is likethe heart of himthe robbersmurdered without hesitation.
