ASPHYXIUM ZINE

Tuesday, July 13, 2021

Poem: "Horga" by Natasa Nikolic

Horga
by Natasa Nikolic


Reaching for the violin case,
the fiddler and the bow were bathing in the sunlight
Just as all the people ran,
towards the hill, away from god
Over the hills and meadows, dancing,
heading for the Horga ridge
Losing minds and all too weary
Their mayhem was without end

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