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new poem for Godzenie

new poem for Godzenie

I’ll tell you
about Godzenie

the reconciling
of marvelous
that stamp
our heads

from a blown-up


a twisted
metal sculpture

here’s the kick

our tune
for the endless egg

the hills that trace
the fall

don’t ever
get famous

bound by sand

the morbid sentence
called out
of hearing

dictation for
the blue revolution

that infinite passage
of breaking light

an alien memory

shoes of a girl
racing towards
the door

won’t somebody
tell me something

I poke
my fingers
through this rubble
with a heavy Eurydice

a heavy hammer that chimes
against this metal

eyes of mad celluloid

I would have killed
the snow that fell
on Katowice

the wound down
clock that beats
against this robot


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