glimpsed in passing - by
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Shame in our hulls
/ why else would we drink to incoherence
/ jump on the heads of passing men
/ punch our women
/ tell our children…
My seventy-seven-year-old father
/ put his reading glasses on
/ to help my mother do the buttons
/ on the back of her dress.
/ ‘What a pair…
Your thin shoulders whips will redden,
/ whips will redden, and ice make leaden.
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/ Your childish arms will heave rail-tracks,
/ heave rail-tracks and sew…
(zapisy stanu wojennego)
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/ po narodzinach po smierciach po narodzinach
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/ po latach o tu, w tym miejscu
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/ troche blizej was troche siebie dalej
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/ w mojej…
not to be complicit
not to accept everyone else is silent it must be alright
not to keep one’s mouth shut to hold onto one’s job
not to accept public language as cover and decoy
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