when thundergod rearranged the sky

the first bolt struck our stable

the second struck young kata

 

they buried her upright up to her chin

in the garden by the onion beds

and waited for two days

for her hands to sprout

from the soggy black soil

 

it was another miracle

the villagers witnessed

our deaf cats meowed dejectedly

unable to hear their own voices

or their purring insides full of mice and kittens

and kata carried lightning under her heart

that was skipping

like a broken toy

 

Translated from the B/C/S by Mirza Purić