Marta Moldovan-Cywińska: I begged

I was on the covers

flagstones

in a dress scratched to blood

I was crawling through the sewers

and above, triumph played music

I begged

Help, he'll kill me

And anchors and lifebuoys bathed in donkey's milk

I begged

He hides his gloves in sharpened flowers

And the chivalrous exclamation was hiding behind the sling

I begged

He rolled up and unfolded in the walls

With leper serenity

Waiting for me to fall asleep

I begged

Don't stand fiercely

Don't sit fiercely

And he was saying

See the window is opening wider and wider

I will visit you in a marble way

With a bouquet of artificial flowers

The cemetery doesn't smell anymore

Marta Molodovan-Cywińska

Translated by Stefan Dziekoński

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