Go Ask Your Eva Brauns How They Like Austria
But the boys had a grand old time.
They wipe each other's mouths. But is a desert
supposed to beg for water
if it wants to remain what it is--
--the pang of conscience of an apathetic
Night is a consequence
of squinting your eyes. At least
that's what the sleepless say, deliberately
counting the days. The critique of a society
ruled by the heavy hand
of stupidity always comes with ease.
It's worse when we mull over our bodies
in foreign cities, to retain the continuity
of that which does not exist.
Later, with due deliberation, they announce
the era of cynicism, of logic or justice.
Awful to think what will happen when
they're all out of abstract concepts.
Our salvation in language, that one patient
policeman amidst the din of the world.
-Translated from Polish by Benjamin Paloff