Resurrection

Beat drums of my tribe beat
made of my skin
beat louder and louder

break open the membrane of my soul
and my heart
maybe this will bring
                              my resurrection

I want to dance
to the pagan rhythms
until my heels are bloody
from the sharp edges of the scattered stones
until my body crashes
against the walls of a rotten mind

then
let them call me an animal
let the snakes laugh at me
I don’t give a damn

I want the drums to beat


Syri i natës, Rilindja, Prishtinë, 1986. Translated by Anna Guercio and Tomislav Kuzmanovic