I saw a man
Murdered by angels,
Tortured by questions,
Swollen by a stranged cry,
A live corpse,
A victim of morality.
And I could not help him,
Since he deserved no more than pity, which had been exiled
And I had to give him the last blow
Together with angels,
Trampling, tearing, butchering
His paltry heart
His human - after all - heart.
Mieczyslaw Jastrun (1903-83)
Nessun commento:
Posta un commento