by Marcin Malek
Everything –
about this place
is heavy as lead
strange dreams
ripped of memory
pale churches
burned bridges
blending stumps
sobbing for mercy
of an unkind sawman
eternal loneliness of orchards
recalls a torpid finger
when someone force
is pressing it against the mouth
and words - nailed at a crossroads
for their lightness –
day after day pronounced
with courtesy of a strangler
all longs for the voice
of purest poet
in fear of the sounds
of everyday life
that falls
on bent shoulders
with a blunt ax
of dying days –
when hopeless flower
refuses to obey
From:
"For Life And Death Of A Poet"
Copyright ©:
Marcin Malek
Last updated October 05, 2015