19.9.11

ivan stoiljkovic


something in the water is making the croatian boys magnetic.

soon lion tamers and clowns will be shuttling them
into cages, all in a row, planted like
teeth
tiny ivory spades
lined in a ruby gum,
burrowing and trapped,

pointed like the tip of the big-top,
or an indian's head.
things of the past, tan and rich red.

the croatian boys stumble about the garden,
clinking with cutlery like an owl ruffling its feathers.