Death is an elegant stag.
Death is a clumsy, stocky animal.
Death is a plant masking as an animal.
A neck of tree branches, a head of a stump.
Feet made of stakes. Skin of bark. Ears water-lilies.
Galls peer from its eyes. Tendons are blades of grass.
Hedgerows scale its back. A bush in the place of hips.
Flesh of fruit, easily mashed.
Its flesh is the fruit of the underworld.
Bitter, inedible fruit.
Hiisi’s stag is an organic robot.
Programmed. It smashes, pulverizes methodically.
Its gall-eyes blind. Its lily-ears deaf.
Its stake-feet creak. Its tendon-stems are rock-like.
It flips over the jugs.
Kicks over the milk pails.
Spills the mash.
Pours out the soup. The dogs bark in its path. The wolves howl after it.
We launched this project with the support of the Kult Minor - Fund for the Support of National Minority Culture. Its aim is to translate contemporary Hungarian poetry in Slovakia into English. We want to create a virtual anthology of contemporary Hungarian poetry in Slovakia.