English
Fear the full moon
Get yourselves home early
and make sure the front door’s locked
Pray
and sleep with your baptismal cross
round your neck.
Because outside
every full moon
poets are on the prowl
veritable werewolves.
Ripping apart the morals
of the innocent.
Thirsting for the blood
of the unsuspecting.
Howling
for Ancient Water
which some time will come and inundate you.
Fear the full moon.
At the corners lurk
dangerous dreams.
From the Warm Full Moon collection
Translated by James Lilley