Andrzej Łyszkowicz

Terrifying Fruit

Like a magnifying glass
against the dark sun
training violence and vice
on a tiny speck of arm.

So the body in its minute
part experiences the pain
and horror of murder,
torture and abuse.

To say: this is real, and real;
To say: this is not real, not real.

But the seed has been sown
so it will grow to bear
its terrifying fruit.

Blind Night

It’s a blind night that speaks to you —
let it spill under your heel.

Andrzej Łyszkowicz © 2013


The improbability of change
hit him in the gut
with the impact of a bullet.

He stirred his coffee carefully,
looked at it,
poured it into the sink.

Never again will he
fool himself into believing.

The Edifices of Tomorrow

When the waiting ends
the hours sigh with regret
drop one by one,
retired soldiers of forgotten campaigns.

It’s no longer possible
to buy you flowers or go for a walk.

Let’s storm the edifices of tomorrow,
fill them with cries of joy and terror.

Andrzej Łyszkowicz © 2013