Inertia, poetry by Eliza Segiet at Spillwords.com

Inertia

Inertia

written by: Eliza Segiet

translated by: Dorota Stępińska

 

When an unimaginable image from before
suddenly became part of the memories,
which
silently and inexpressibly return,
something has to be done.

How to describe the tongues of fire devouring trees,
feeding on forests?
The destroyer did not hesitate,
he left behind…

Almost nothing,
apart from the towering smoke.

How to describe the impotence,
inertia of irreversible time,
the grave of plants and animals?
The short breath
of those still alive and invincible?
Remain silent? Look away?

The element is a god, a demon,
remembrance,
a thoughtless vandal,
which at times is helped by man,
supposedly a homo sapiens.

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