Tuesday, June 26, 2012

One Blushing Slaughterhouse

from Mr. Cogito on Virtue
By Zbigniew Herbert


It is not at all strange
she isn't the bride
of real men

of generals
athletes of power

for centuries she has stalked them
that whimpering old maid
in her hideous Salvation Army hat


but all around glorious life runs riot
blushing like a slaughterhouse at dawn

she becomes smaller and smaller
like a hair in the throat
like a buzzing in the ear


my God
if she were a little younger
a little prettier...

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