Herrings Poem by Srecko Kosovel

Herrings



A barrel of herrings
came to Ljubljana.
They were questioned
about their political leaning:
They explained
they were from Iceland.
A modern poet
warns of decay.
The herrings were
held in the barrel for a week
and started to stink.

Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: political
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