Vojtěch Duda


Some wormy germs crawl through their holes

while in crowns of leafy trees

a butterfly his wings unfolds

an joins the swarm in the morning breeze.

A caravan goes on its desert track

but then it ends in a sudden cleft

and the screen abruptly fades to black

and well… that’s all that there is left.


Video killed a radio star –

that statement goes a bit too far

and ignores with boldness of the Holy Scripture

the impermanence of motion picture.

Any image of the past

is never really meant to stay

it breaks to ashes, turns to dust

goes all rusty and rots away.