The Škabrijel Mountain has become a hole

and the Garden is leaking empty

through a corridor of trees

that grow blood colored leaves.

The row of houses forms a stony wall

each window blinded and senile.

These trees, just like Legionnaires

are guarding them, while having a feast.

You walk along the street and hear their chants: 

"Eja, eja, diarrhea!"