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Below is another poem written by Adam Czarnowski, which he has kindly given me permission to reproduce. There are currently 18 others poems by Adam here: Adam's poetry page. I hope that you enjoy these as much as I have. At the bottom of the page you can return to poem 4 or forward to poem 6(SJ)
All the birds have gone
Everything has burned out
The endless world is a childless world
The last innocent is a drunken barmaid
Offering a recovering drunk an alcoholic nightcap
Oh in all the crises I have been through
The suffering piles go
And you don’t have any windows or doors anywhere
All your rulers have fallen
All your damn pots and roses overexposed
And you don’t even think sophisticatedly anymore
You don’t worry about earth or heaven
It is all so exquisitely meaningless
It could be otherwise and it is and it isn’t
Do you want to go up to the mountains
Or stay down by the sea?
This love affair with eternal Ellas will end
When you summon up the strength to live there
And make your amends to the endless animal
That still burns within your cordless soul like a tyrant
Oh time’s come to a crisis
Life is cheap and the curve ball curls
Our hands are ragged and our co-ordination failing
Two weeks wasted and wet weekends avoided
Our hours are terms of victory
It isn’t night-time and love is vegetable
That stains my beakers and leaves me Diaspora
It burns and it is blessing
Cod war a whopping cheek
A crisis a chrysalis a bank manager’s daydream
Oh windward world your empty corridors entrance me
And lead me to laptop and listlessness
The severed world shorn like I am shorn
It is all insouciance and awesome control
If they can get away with it they will get away with it
And the end is insane
The craziest survivors those that reached the richest defeat
© Adam Czarnowski, Aroma, Chania, 10th October 2001