Zajc Dane:
Scorpions
loners
light hurts them
they nourish themselves on shards of dusk
they live in worm ridden towers
homeless
squeezed between the stones
in cracks, crevices
flattened by the weight
which rolls over them
at times they shoot up up into the silence
up up into the coldness
at times their white blood quivers in voiceless songs
on the summit of solitude
there under a rainy night
they climb and let out a silent scream
from a distant heart answers a distant scream
and the screams multiply
in the dismembered depths
deep down under a black sky
they quickly burn
and silently fade
they live with their poison
aimed at their own hearts