MISTRESS OF CHANCE Poem by Jan Lauwereyns

MISTRESS OF CHANCE



New words spring up you know
said the mistress
in the cracks between the old

make sure
to take your prospects with you

she recollected
but not which

we longed for perestroika
and crossed the bridge
beside the Saviour on Spilled Blood

fish lay rotting in glasnost

if only a shadow would pass by
a kiss
mercy.

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