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In the Sandpit
In the Sandpit
We will come back to the old apartment blocks and live there again.
Eye for eye in the line for beef neck. Put out an eye
on a crowded tram. We will squander coupons for dinners
and beat the meat thinking about the lady working at Lotto.
There is a school at the block, so we will go to school again.
They will make a celebration and tell us to sing “Our Dear Sea”.
Then there will be Polish and physics, six hours of physics
in a row. And hurrah hurrah in a blind corridor.
After school we will buy some wine and go to the park.
It will be sweet to shoplift cigarettes again
and torture dumpster cats. We will meet some chicks
in the back street, but at the decisive moment it will start to rain.
In the morning we will come back home to the waiting mother.
We will fall down into bed's embrace and sink our head
in concrete. The block of projects will get crowded
with gross people and hopelessly start its business again.
Until the next night draws a circle in the playing ground.
In this circle, in this blind circle,
under the city of dust clinging to hungry thistle -
we will be always together, up to our mouths in the sandpit.
And younger sister too.
Translated by Paweł Marcinkiewicz and Charles Vander Zwaag