at the Roman atrium 
loudspeakers are blasting

a writer 
with some 30 European awards 
his last name like some verging on extension bird’s
manipulates the microphone with his’ hooked beak

he’s clicking loudly and folding the wings
while addressing the small audience

he is happy to be here again, he says

the stage is near the escalator
which takes Podgorica’s glitterati all the way down 
to the organic food store,  next to Lebanese restaurant 
where the first family is dining

you are drinking  Montenegrin grape brandy

at the Sheikh Zahid boulevard

at the international book fair 
where there are no book thieves

BOOKFAIR

u rimskom atrijumu
sa razglasa ječi
pisac
sa 30 evropskih nagrada
preziva se kao neka ptica
sabljastim kljunom manipulira mikrofonom
klikće jezikom i uvrće krila
malobrojnoj publici kaže
baš je sretan što je opet tu
bina je tik pored eskalatora
kojim se podgorička šminka spušta
do prodavaonice zdrave hrane, tu pored libanskog restorana
u kojem upravo ručava prva porodica
ti piješ Institutsku rakiju
u bulevaru Šeika Zahida
na internacionalnom sajmu
na kojem nema kradljivaca knjiga