Dariusz Zawadzki

Better that I be featureless

For there is nothing in my eyes

To recommend awareness

And nothing in my smile

To suggest the advent of laughter

What star perished in my formation?

That I should remain so unevolved?


What an untenable tongue

That speaks every word

Regardless of meaning

As if it were offensive

That delivers love and blame

With identical intonation

As if a harpy or a mannequin.

Unless to break entirely

There is none who could

Amend my position


Perhaps I will never be understood

Only unjustly translated and perhaps

The burdens accrued shall be as theater

Not necessarily illustrating my intentions

Better a wooden leg than a false heart


I am off now!