(by Mieczyslaw Jastrun. Translated Dzvinia Orlowsky & Jeff Friedman)
I wanted to sleep peacefully
but my conscience flung me
awake. I shot the belly
from a man on the Cross
I wanted to flee to the window
turn away from light
This is what God did
to keep the wall alive
This wall, this air—
after the shot, emptiness
stood there, yet far
lips—wall