Branko Miljkovic - Birth

 I was the night

and I was the bird behind midnight.

Was I singing?

No

and when I was a bird I flew out of my body and I didn't

sing of my own self

but everything vowed 

against the deserted place so I wanted to come back

I wasn't deaf nor mute

I was the night before health

a healing night behind the body

which still hasn't lived of off my death

we haven't even known each other yet

and that drew us to each other unimaginably

what must stay behind is what preceded

Was I singing?

No

I wasn't singing

one must be clean to not know any words

to open your mouth is to show your teeth

I spoke up and I was betrayed

my teeth throat and stomach

showed me the pathway to mine and someone else's blood