Bartlomiej Zimorowic

the sun will faint from sudden fear
the face of the moon will be covered with gore
thrown from heaven by foul disease
terrified stars will fall and freeze
the earth’s foundations will jerk and rocks
like sea waves, will give each other knocks
all human craft, all human deeds
will be burnt up like moorland weeds

poets rape words. With ignorant dissonance
they croak away like magpies on a fence

my wedding dress is just a winding sheet
a handful of earth my dowry when I meet
the worm, my bridegroom: the grave, my marriage bed:
my children are the tears my parents shed