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[proximoception]

The Other World, Popa


My grandmother puts cupcakes
With lit candles on floating planks

Whispers to them messages
For the dead men and women of our blood
And sends them down the river Karaš

The planks slide down the black water
The little candles struggle through the dusk
And disappear around the turn of the river

Grandmother announces
That they have happily reached
The other world

I have already been there once
To set traps for birds

I didn't know of course
It was my ancestors I was hunting
Among the blossoming willows