Altar amid the sea
by Vinko Kalinic
One has asked
some other one
once there:
excuse me the old mate,
but can you possibly tell me
what is that hill there
that sticks out above the open sea
evil and rough
the other one is answering to this one back:
nothing son, that hill there
is neither evil, nor it’s rough
altar amid the sea that is
and life and death it is too
that is an island
where I was born
where I’ve been
and where I’d go again
