In A Word Poem by Justyna Bargielska

I'm asking, have they sent off that goddamn corpse,
or not. They write me that they have,
the delay might have been due to the weather
and that I should drop them a line next Wednesday
whether I was going to complain or if I wanted another corpse instead.
I don't really know, I have time till Wednesday
to think this over. A worm betrayed another worm
and now it writhes, both in dreams, and everywhere.

Whereas in the light from the school's library windows
it seems that my child's turned into stone
and it says: don't cry, woman, if I'm not crying.
Come on, close up, nothin' to see here, nothin' to see.

Translation: Katarzyna Szuster