The Devil is at the keyboards.—Blaise Cendrars
one hears a hymn to killing
a hymn to lead bullets
piercing through the human flesh
like angels
entering the plexuses of saints
like fast trains
drilling through the Sub-Atlantic tunnels
like nails driven through the wet boards
on the 37th floor of a high-rise
like a hooker’s smile
biting into your heart
Translated from the Croatian by Damir Šodan