I simply don’t understand how rats would
sense that we are twelve elephants trapped
in cuffs up & down in a train with no driver
I hear them running on the roof against
the wind born in this tunnel we pass through
I see few on the front window how they stare
with their red rabid eyes
some started to bang their heads on the double pane glass
and when getting tired others come & eat them & continue
the ritual until there’s place for fangs to action blindly
moments later they managed to get in covered with blood
started to draw concentric & tangent circles in their run
bloody traps strengthening the cuffs
that now became snakes at our feet
our trunks’ whistling seems inappropriate
the white area within the circles becomes
smaller and smaller so from time to time
they taste our skin layers and step by step
my mates’ fears turn into mine and
suddenly I’m the only one left
tired & peaceful
Poem by Marius Surleac (Romania)
Published in The Ofi Press Issue 34
Marius Surleac publishes poetry in most of the Romanian journals and in journals abroad, such as Pif Magazine (US), Bare Fiction (UK), Dear Sir (Austria), Mad Swirl (US), Poetry Super Highway (US), Novo Slovo (Serbia).
He translates to Romanian, poetry by Marc Vincenz, Valzhyna Mort and Peycho Kanev.
He published his first poetry book "Zeppelin Jack" at Herg Benet publishing house, in 2011. His Romanian translation of "The Propaganda Factory, or Speaking of Trees" - by Marc Vincenz, will be published in bilingual form at Adenium publishing house, in 2014.
Imaged used under Creative Commons Laws by Salim Virji: "Rats, east third st."