A Feast Poem by Przemyslaw Musialowski

Translated by Przemyslaw Musialowski 10/1/2019

In a spacious room drawn with a circle -
a table, which with a round inscribes into this circle.
Many servants - thorned foreheads -
who with love are looking after this table.

The gods think in their penitentiary freedom -
is this injustice woven with care,
and who has seated at the Table of Eternity -
taking away fear and worries of humanity.

Przemyslaw Musialowski 8/20/2008