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                                         Krónosz a tükörben

 

 

                                                                       madár a zsákban

                                                                       csőre tátva

                                                                       miért és hová viszem

                                                                       csak tétova érzet

 

                                                                       vinném mintha vágni

                                                                       de szomjazik – látni

                                                                       csőrén és nyelvén a port -

                                                                       tenyeremből itatom

 

                                                                       egy bolt előtt néhány

                                                                       harisnya szárad léhán

                                                                       leng a szélben

                                                                       jó lesz rám éppen

 

                                                                      szól a madár

                                                                      lányként néz rám

                                                                      rendben van ráadom

                                                                      zihálva sírok nagyon

 

                                                                      megértem hirtelen

                                                                      apja megette

                                                                      volna még ez este

                                                                      ha madár ha ember

 

                                                                      az idő és a vér

                                                                      nem szűnő éh

                                                                      eléli a rettentő apát

                                                                      hát nem engedtem át

 

                                                                      a madárban élő lányt

                                                                      felékesítve már

                                                                      útjára küldtem

                                                                      hogy még éljen

 

                                                                      *

                                                                      s hirtelen ébren

                                                                      ráz és rángat a testem

                                                                      vajon mért engedtem

                                                                      el magamtól őt

 

                                                                      asszonyom volt

                                                                      kiről azt hittem madár

                                                                      kiről azt hittem lány

                                                                      királynő ma már

 

                                                                      én meg éhen veszek

                                                                      elemészt a szomj

                                                                      emléke éjen rám ront

                                                                      s szaggatva tép kínom