He Casts His Nets

dedicated to Branko Miljković

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He casts his nets

The sea will not rest tonight

He is not afraid to listen to its song.

He leaves, he just walks out

And takes the fire with him,

The thief.

He is not afraid to walk through the wood

That has eaten the sky.

Still, he cannot find her,

The girl with the flower in her name.

In the underworld

He searches for his brother

Who has failed.

He carries a torch

And is not afraid

To turn and look behind him.

He doesn’t belong among the dead

But they won’t release him.

The victim of murderous words,

He is not afraid to be walled in.

Tamed, the Hell will eat out of his hand

And sing.

He casts his nets.

He draws them out, empty.

He is the fish on the table today, 

His blood, the ink for the writing orgy

Of those he knows will come after him,

Of the happy ones

And the cowards.

But today

He still has only

The fire

And me.

My NaPoWriMo Day 26 poem. I modified the NaPoWriMo prompt and combined it with the PAD Day 26 prompt. The poem is dedicated to the Serbian poet Branko Miljković who has influenced my poetry a lot. What I tried to do here is write a poem about his poetry and to create a collage of his pictures and metaphors. The nets are my idea, though :)