In the black pub
at the black table
the black woman
is sitting
In the black glass
red wine’s flashing
in the applause humming
people
coming
and leaving
From the black piano
black sounds are spreading
Black thoughts
under
the black table
protruding
and creeping
black people
emptying
and licking
black glasses
Only
the black woman
red wine is drinking
Drop
by
drop
Sip
by
sip
Red wine is pouring
Who knows
how much of the blackness
in the red wine is hiding
Vinko Kalinic
(Translated into English
Darko Kotevski, Melbourne, Australia)
