Critical Notebook 3. Poem by Maria Barbara Korynt

in the small shop,
there was today,
a good normal sausage.

the child hugged
the cheek to the pane
it lay laid out
encouraging him

if only he smelt

he did it willingly
in the corner of the mouth
he had saliva

and suddenly a man
from the dustbin
hit the pane
freed sausages

and it bricked the boy
in the place where he stood
he was written

in the little notebook
of the policeman
as the witness
that he could see nothing

because a stomach
hugged him
and he didn't try
sausage