Poison-green
eyes
How long have I been here tonight? I don't care… I don't know
how late it is…
The winged horse is bright … he has found his pupil… he
is joyful…. He kicks and gallops happily in the sky… he
gallops to announce the good novel to his brothers and sisters, and
they congratulate with him… It's glory in the sky tonight…
but the snake-holder isn't there… he doesn't want to party with
them… he has no business in their joy…
You shining one… you shine upon me ignoring what your happiness
brings to my heart… you don't care about what you took away from
me last night… you don't even know… you are so chaste, shining
one… you are a newborn in a world of cruelty… you think
you can save this world… you can't, shining one, nor can the
world save you… but you won't get tainted… you never will…
like your master before you… you are a nightlight in this darkness…
I keep walking… how far did I get? In the moonlight I recognize
a shape… somebody sitting in the sand… I know who you are…
I know you… you scare me… I thought I could forget about
you, golden one… I thought I could wipe out of my mind that gaze
on me, the dishonor of another man seeing my face…
I should get away, but I don't, I should conspire to kill you, but
I am not… my body walks toward the shore where the sea tries
to kiss your feet… you avoid it, then you let it… like a
spiteful lover… you, just like the sun… just like your planet…
you two, like two comrades who seduce and forsake innocent virgins,
and then make fun of them the day after…
Walking toward your figure, I feel like a lass chosen for a sacrificial
rite…
An unlucky one… one that has been forced… not one that has
chosen herself to go to the altar where the priest is going to lower
his blade on her…
"The water is warm… the sea is calm… do you hear the
fishermen singing out there?"
"I don't think so…"
"Maybe I am just imagining them… Ah! Ah!" He looks
up at me, "Poison-green…"
"What?"
"Your eyes… they are poison-green."
Golden one… you are already lowering your blade on me, without
either giving me the time to save my last prayer…
"Why poison? Why not sea? Why not prairie?" I ask with a
resigned tone,
"Because they are poison! Poison-green!"
He grabs my hand and stares at me… almost angry… hurting
me… gritting his teeth… what have I done to you, golden
one? Why are you mad at me? Shouldn't I be the angry one? Wasn't I
the one to be violated? And what kind of green are your eyes anyway?
Aren't they as poisonous as mine? Aren't they poisoning me anyway?
Didn't they sting me last night? And what kind of green are Marin's
eyes? OH! Right! You haven't seen them yet! Only I did! You wouldn't
say they are poison-green! You would say they are as green as a meadow…
one which you would like to lay down in, and pick all of the beautiful
flowers… that is the kind of meadow you would like to rest in:
one full of small, innocent flowers, not one full of spikes…
not one where the grass is burned, and all you can find is poison
ivy… not one like the one that lays at the bottom of my eyes…
I free myself from his grip… fortunately he cannot see my tears…
and I run away… I have been defeated again…
